Non spoilery excerpt: "In the most amazing aside in Top Chef history, we take a trip back to Sgt. Handsome’s Malibu abode, where it is filled with pictures he’s painted of boobs. NO, REALLY. Huh. So he’s not gay. He’s really into the ladies. See? See all of the tah-tahs with their rosy tips? Damn, son. It’s like he was weaned on Nagel and velvet paintings of hookers.
I am having wine for dinner. I am tore up with the tired. (Markham, merlot. half the price of the cab, every bit as tasty. Open it a half-hour before drinking, it's fab.)