If you watched the finale of Top Chef, you’re probably thinking the same thing I am: What the heck is Marcel growing on his face? Unfortunately, there appears to be no explanation forthcoming. My trusty assistant put forth the supposition that he was tired of looking like a 17-year old pixie, but vaguely evil elf is not an improvement. Also, note to Padma: please stop dressing like a 1984 bridesmaid, I liked it better when you were skankzilla.
Oh, and also there was some cooking. (more…)
