It's basically American Idol with food, which is fine, because Hell's Kitchen is basically The Apprentice with food.
Oh, and another quick thought: I'd like to go on this show, if only because when I got in there to cook, I'd whack that bald bearded dork with a frying pan and then say, "Sorry, fellas, that's all I got. I just wanted to clock this guy with a pan."
I loathe people who act as though they've just descended from Mt. Olympus.
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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