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Is that why they keep showing him in a Harvard sweatshirt? Crazy producers. (P.S. I have a vintage Harvard t-shirt, and the closest I came to that lauded school was running across Hahvahd Yahd to catch the T to my Bahston job.)

Noah should have gone after the steak episode. That said, Nick's plate was a mess. I hate those splatty presentations that Gordon normally wouldn't let through the pass without toweling them off. And the string!!! (smelling salts, please). Still, Dorian and Sarah were mediocre, and we know Nick is the Chosen One.

Where's Martha? Did she fall on her chopsticks?

I stand corrected, O Great Browncoat! I hate that commercial so much I can't bring myself to mention it by its ridiculous name - like Candyman, I fear it will loom behind me in the bathroom mirror.

Thanks for your response, Funky. I don't understand the point of these ads (legal/medical) and wish they'd dump them as they do nothing but call attention in a bad way.

It's worse than that. When the spot pops up (about every 4-5 minutes), Mr pig pulls the covers (non-Sheetz) over his head and accuses me of spousal abuse for not hitting mute on the remote.

Sheetz. Their spot is on at least 3/4 times an hour after midnight. And I don't like to relax pre-slumber hearing one of the "inventors" talk about sweating in her sleep in regular sheets. "Sweating" and "sleep" do not belong in the same sentence.

I hesitate to bring this up even among you guys, but have any of you see a late-night legal spot offering representation for people suffering effects from some drug which resulted in genital gangrene? I had no idea such a condition exists, and I'm sympathetic to those who suffer, but geez. Right while I'm enjoying my midnight snack.

Thanks for that! Is it permissible for me to say I find a priest adorable? ETA: I'm not Catholic, but I find him so refreshing and funny.

All I could think of when Bri was on camera was the hilarious old SNL sketch "Their Eyes Were on Their Breasts" where in an alien society men never looked women in the eyes when they were on their faces, so women's eyes migrated south.

It took me four (F-O-U-R) attempts to get through this mess on DVR. I like the priest, if he really is one. On this show you never know. Gina was exhausting with her unending "aren't I stupid/cute" antics. Yes, you are stupid. No, you're not cute. Buh-bye. Ms. Cheerleader America and Dancing Queen can go next. I'm tired of both of them. Now on to Cutthroat Kitchen as a palate cleanser.

I was thinking the same thing - even to the point of wondering if Gordon did a quick change and took a seat at his family's (stunning) table. Tilly looks like her father too. Those Ramsay genes are powerful. I too hate restaurant challenges. They're just an excuse to publicize the host property. And the diners' tables had been preassigned to a single team. So maybe Blue's scallops were great, but Red's were even better. We had no empirical means of judging. Pure producer manipulation. At least my dog likes the show. She has a secret crush on Gordon and his Shar-Pei mug.

I have to come back to sound off again about Micah. The whole family gimmick did nothing for the competition other than to set up Micah and humiliate him on national television. Shame!!! He's 19 years old, and as far as I know isn't an axe murderer or international terrorist. This could affect him for life, no matter what puny carrot Gordon chose to dangle before hie (which we'll never find out about, if it actually happens which I doubt,) Signed, Disgusted

Once again Noah's and Subha's dishes looked like barf on a plate. I felt Micah was exploited by saving him for last in the family Olympics to point out no one would be there for him. I hate this show when they take cheap shots.

As you all know the cardinal rule of advertising is that you can be as clever as you want, but if the customer can't remember the name of the product you have an epic fail. What is it with SUVs? 99% feature driving along California Highway 1 and through Yosemite and look exactly alike. I don't remember if it's Lexus or Mercedes or Volvo. The only one that leaves any imprint is the spot for Land Rover with the 99-turn dragon race through mountains culminating in the manic drive up the 999 steps. Thank you Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Well, the location shoot plus the pricetag over $60,000.

Trying to think of a positive comment about tonight's show. We're one episode closer to the finale. I rest my case. ("Top Chef! Top Chef! Top Chef!" You can't come back too soon.)

Welcome to the board! I've always meant to try Penzeys because I'm a total spice nut and practice on Mr. pig. He's still alive, although I had my doubts after I put too much ghost pepper in his turkey chili. Oops. I love those traditional Indian spice boxes. Do they come with an obligatory mother-in-law? (See articles on non-Indians learning to cook for their Indian spouses.)

Yeah. My Lodge cast iron pan looks like something Wilma would have used on Fred Flintstone while arguing about the remote control.

Daphne's Carol/ScarletO'Hara/Burnett window fashion was stunning! I was actually surprised the judges finally gave Bri her walking papers, since they could have used Noah's atrocity on a plate to save her bacon. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. BTW, did any of you see actual flowing tears as she mopped her eyes when she was eliminated? Fakety-fake-fake-fake. As for the giant ocean liner-mooring-rope-size braids she was sporting tonight...um, no. The dish I most wanted to try was Nick's clam chowder. It was gorgeous.

Oh for Dawg's sake Bri. That's all I have to say about her. No it isn't. "Buh I made tagliatelle from scratch!" So what? It was a sausage challenge, you annoying nitwit. (Tears ensue) Based on his dish, Jamie had to go tonight, but it made me a little sad. He was something of a backbencher, but certainly not the most irritating twit on fabulous, stupendous Season Ten.

I may be in the minority, but I'm completely uninterested in food as performance art. I want delicious food. Period. Not something that looks like it needs to be scraped off a board with a palette knife. At least Barbri didn't win. I am over her nonstop tears. She even turned on the faucet when they introduced Grant. Knock it off or see a therapist.

Bri's constant flood of tears gets on my last nerve. She reminds me of certain girls from high school - and not in a good way. I though Shari was being groomed to win, but she doesn't take failure very well, does she? Did you know Subha loves his wife? Mr. Overalls Port-a-Potty's overbearing loudness is tiresome. Anyway, I really don't have a dog in this hunt.

This was once one of my favorite shows when it was fun, adventurous and informative. Now for broken record time. Every single FN show has gone way downhill since the simultaneous departures of Kermit, Medusa and Brooke. For all the reasons stated above by others, this has become a snooze fest. I used to love the cross-country destinations where they would, say, set up shop in Albuquerque and find out at the end of the show their next location was Wichita. It piqued my interest, not to mention the fact that the trucks themselves were in play. Maybe with next week's return of Worst Cooks we'll be nostalgic for the current Truck Race mess.

If you have to stop at a remote roadside diner, do NOT order the french fries!