Bienvenue, my fellow cuisine connoisseurs! You know, so far this show has kinda surprised me with it's almost total lack of outrageously hugantic ginormous egotistical assclowns, and I was beginning to think that I'd be reduced to making lame jokes about bad hair and croggily-wacked teefs on these pros... until tonight. Now, we can change "lame" into "lamé" (as in "gold") because I've finally been presented with a worthy targét to lambasté in my usual gauçhé manner! Çan you guéss his nationality? Non? Wéll, I don't want to furthér any çultural misçonçéptions...
...but isn't it funny how it's the tatted-up greasy-looking French guy acting like everyone else smells bad...
Kidding! Of course I know that the stereotype of French people arrogantly wafting about in a cloud of their own ripe bodyfunk and hating all things United Statesian is mostly (and unfairly) come by, and leads to us Americans making unfortunate decisions that the French could really give less of le deux shits about, such as whether or not to call a fast-food product they didn't even invent something stupid like "freedom fries". However, on tonight's episode of Top Chef Masters we are introduced to a Master who doesn't do a damned thing to dispel those stereotypes, and for zat I loff heem. Get ready to see some major buttwaddiness after the jump...
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