The hook on this dead fish of the movie is that Bobby Flay stars as a food critic. Talk about typecasting. CHOPPED it ain't.
Produced by the Food Network for which Flay is a major star with about 300 series all running at the same time, this tripe (stomach lining of an old cow) is a vanity production if ever there was one. Flay is a total embarrassment.
This one has the usual PC cast of 20-somethings, none of whom can act their way out of a paper bag (let alone a plastic one).
The "plot" has a girl inheriting a restaurant/inn and having to hire a chef to run the kitchen because she wants to keep the family traditions alive even though she's clueless.
Pass the tripe; hold the cheese!
Produced by the Food Network for which Flay is a major star with about 300 series all running at the same time, this tripe (stomach lining of an old cow) is a vanity production if ever there was one. Flay is a total embarrassment.
This one has the usual PC cast of 20-somethings, none of whom can act their way out of a paper bag (let alone a plastic one).
The "plot" has a girl inheriting a restaurant/inn and having to hire a chef to run the kitchen because she wants to keep the family traditions alive even though she's clueless.
Pass the tripe; hold the cheese!