Why is it that I am the only person I know¹ who is truly charmed by the obnoxious hipsterish cook Spike on the current season of Top Chef (example: he does not hesistate to declare himself as from “Williamsburg” instead of the apparently staid and boring “New York”)–it disgusts me that I might find myself attracted to such an unremittant nincompoop; I never thought that I would be so weak as to find myself enamored with so cliche an affectation as perfectly-cocked hats or perfectly-pursed lips or a perfectly-clipped beard…I guess there’s no accounting for poor taste in mildly-hirsute scenster braggarts.²

P.S. There is such a thing as Jedi Chefs. My life calling? Found.

1. And by “only person I know” I mean “only person I know of the readers and writers of the food blogs that I read.”↩
2. It’s certainly not new for me…*sigh*↩