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Team Stefan

Max Silvestri's amazing write-up (All Things Must Come to a Terrible and Disappointing end) of the heinous Top Chef Finale over at Eater starts like this:

"Well, readers, that's it. Another season done. I am finding it hard to type through all my blinding rage. My hands won't stop shaking! Maybe I need to take a Klonopin or something, or maybe Hosea needs to take a cyanide pill. Whichevs! Last night was a travesty, and it almost makes the whole season not worth it. It's like Jennifer Lopez's husband said in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar: 'Friends, Romans, countrymen, I come to bury Hosea, not to praise him. Something something, Et tu he's the WORST.'"

posted by Bagel @ 8:05 AM