This is a little embarrassing, but I had one of those moments this morning when you wake up and feel fine for about three seconds until you remember something really bad that happened the day before. Like, say, breaking up with your boyfriend. Or your dog dying.
Except it was about Jamie Lauren getting kicked off Top Chef.
Despite the producers trying to paint her as this season’s Evil Lesbian Chef, she was too talented and well-respected by her peers (and the judges) to fall into that role, for which you have to be mediocre and, well, evil. I loved the clean flavor combinations she presented each week, and I loved that she was able to make decisions when the situation called for it, and I loved that she acknowledged her competitiveness without being an asshole.
And I loved that she had an arm covered with lotus and orchid tattoos. How cool is that?
But mostly, I am just sad about what these last Top Chef episodes will bring. Stefan, the best chef left in the competition and the one I have a crazy crush on, said it best:
She is by far one of the most creative chefs I have met. She was my biggest competitor on the show. She is fun, and has the sweetest smile and laugh on the face of the earth. And yes, Jamie is that chef I want to cook against in the finale. Boring without her.