By Ezra Klein
IFA has sort of been falling down on the Top Chef blogging this season (and by falling down, I mean the sort of falling down where you don’t get up, and then kids poke you with sticks), but give Padma and the gang some love: this season is great. In fact, it’s primarily a reminder of how bad last season was. The people who have gone home in the first weeks of this year would’ve been dominant presences last year. Put aside Fabio’s fun, and only Stephan and his technical excellence would have had a shot amongst this crowd. Hosea would’ve been a joke.
And to make a DC-oriented point, give it up for hometown boy Jose Andres, who knows talent when he sees it. Mike and the Voltaggio brothers all spent some time in the Andres empire, and though Mike comes off as something of a douchebag misogynist, they’re all extraordinary chefs.