This is why chess isn’t on television.
You sit through a full hour Top Chef episode, most of it Bertolli commercials, with all the attendant sturm and drang and the escalating tension. Who’s going home?
Yes, it’s about the food, but the food wasn’t very good. Howie congealed up his risotto. Tre’s tenderloin tasted like metal. The bluepoint oyster didn’t taste like oyster (which would be a plus in my book). So if the food’s a wash, who’s going home?
In the absence of a food decision, we expect a personality decision. But lo and behold, all the squabbling has disappeared. Howie’s had an epiphany. Hung’s keeping his mouth shut. When the judges ask them to throw each other under the bus, they get no takers. (Such healthy work cultures should produce healthy food. So much for Levi-Strauss.) So if the personalities are a wash, who’s going home?
And then you find out: Nobody’s going home. You invested an hour, you expected blood to be drawn, and there’s no blood. No harm, no foul. Call it a draw.
And that’s boring.