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Top Chef: Shotaâs mind-blowing duck! A pod full of all-stars! âThe stew that isnât!â
Back at their hotel, the chefs pour one out for the departed Roscoe. Actually they pour many out for Roscoe as everyone contemplates the various ways they fell short in the first round. They are like me on New Yearâs Eve: Kinda drunk, opining on What It All Means, and vowing to do better next time around.
An unrealistically sunny morning dawns in Portland. All the judges await behind the long curved counter, which is tricked out with round stools and squeezy ketchup bottles to represent a diner. We get a shot of judge Richard Blais drinking coffee out of a white diner mug, shrugging at the contrivances all around him like, âyep, this is ridiculous, but what are you going to do?â His hair has calmed down quite a bit since last week.