Mr. Henry is tolerant of eccentricities. He chooses to reside, after all, in New York City where long before the advent of cellphones sidewalk pedestrians talked animatedly to themselves. When running the gauntlet at Fairway, for example, he doesn’t mind receiving an occasional elbow in the kidney from a blue-haired lady. Long ago he learned what to expect when ordering a “regular coffee.” (It’s coffee with milk. Please don’t ask why.)
However much he may embrace the caprices of city living, he remains a little squeamish about the preparation of his food. He expects restaurant employees to adhere to basic standards of courtesy and, more to the point, of hygiene. Cities are where civilization is supposed to be located, no?
Two Dudes Catering, the riveting new Food Network show, features two total stoners in the kitchen. It conclusively demonstrates: 1) the Two Dudes can cook like nobody’s business, 2) as reflected by their palaver and the upkeep of their clothes and hair, they appear utterly incapable of doing anything else.
Mr. Henry finds endless fascination in the functioning idiot, the overachiever, the C-student billionaire, the clueless success story. (Is not President Bush the shining example of this quintessential American dream, namely, that ANYBODY can get ahead here in the land of opportunity?) Such stories give him more than hope; they form the backbone of his long-term financial plans.
And yet, and yet, when the Dudes’ execute lightening quick chopping skills without rousing their higher brain functions, Mr. Henry wonders whether the Duh-Duh-Duo are really taking every sanitary precaution to ensure that diners will not ingest C. difficile or some other antibiotic-resistant pathogen.
In the Iron Chef America “battle eggplant,” the Two Dudes came within one point of equaling Iron Chef Cat Cora, a surprising and noteworthy feat. Against all odds, their food really was prepared imaginatively, carefully, and beautifully.
Flash: Through secret sources deep within Food Network itself, Mr. Henry discovered that the Two Dudes pushed the TV production team to install 24-hour surveillance cameras in the kitchen, thereby recording every legendary Dude word and deed. The mind reels at the opportunity of witnessing such history. Somehow the producers failed to appreciate the trove of treasure before them, however, and elected to edit in the can.
Wow, Dudes, sorry. That was so random.
I’ve not seen them. Do they at least put all that hair up?
Comment by Glinda — October 23, 2007 @ 5:55 pm
In the words of an ancient sage, “Ayyyy!”
No. The hair flies around unfettered and unkempt, playing the role of uncredited co-star or, perhaps, unacknowledged co-conspirator.
Comment by Mr. Henry — October 23, 2007 @ 6:24 pm
Ever watch Take Home Chef? I’ve always wondered if they just edit out that he washes his hands. I mean…if I were the editor, I’d leave it in every now and again to remind people that they SHOULD wash between meat and veggies and especially after stuff like eggs and chicken…
Now you have witnessed my main form of OD. Yeah, I left off the C because a therapist once decided that I’m not compulsive, I only obsess a lot. Ha!
Comment by la petite chou chou — October 23, 2007 @ 6:46 pm
I’ve never seen anyone challenge Cat Cora. They all want to make Bobby Flay cry.
Comment by Rachel of Cyberia — October 27, 2007 @ 5:52 pm