Top Chef Masters: Congratumalations. . .

ADDENDUM: Well, if that doesn't just beat all hell.

Congratumalations... Floyd???? Seriously????

I don't get it. Not in terms of the set up to a lady winner that we've been seeing all season, nor in terms of the 40 minutes of the show I caught last night, where it seemed -- to my half-listening ears, at least -- like everything was trending pretty cut-and-dried in Mary Sue's direction.

But whatever, I guess. Good job, Floyd. You and your penis managed it. I don't know how, but you did. And frankly, I liked you better than either of those dames, so I'm pleasantly surprised.

Although really, pleasantly surprised doesn't seem to cover it. Pleasantly pretty fucking dumbstruck is more like it.

So... thoughts on whatever that was in the comments after the post I wrote and pre-set yesterday morning. Oh, and I did very much enjoy Rocco's dinner party, for reasons I'll elaborate on at a later date (but it had a lot to do with the fact that not only does the series, at some point, include Caroline Manzo AND Liza Minnelli, but the premiere involved Sal Romano AND Chalky White).

ORIGINAL POST:

. . . to whichever of these broads managed to pull out the win.

(Seriously, I have no idea. Didn't watch. Went to the Nats/Cardinals game. The only thing I do know is that it's got to be one of these two. If it's Floyd, I will eat my hat)

You can use the comments to say what you like about the season, or make a convincing case for me to actually watch the finale instead of deleting it from my DVR without bothering.

Or you can give your opinion on whether or not I should bother with Rocco's Dinner Party. I mean, on the one hand....Rocco. Meh. On the other...Caroline Manzo AND Liza Minnelli!!!!!