That's what the host claims to be. Pity the format makes him come across as a troll.If you haven't seen it yet, imagine what Chopped would be with a single judge, nothing but deserts, and if they gave you the mystery basket ingredients one at a time. Here, have a forty-minute time limit and some pastilles. Ten minutes gone and you've found a use for them? Excellent! Now take these fennel stalks! Fifteen more minutes and you're just starting to figure out where the fennel might go? Then how about some raw beef! And by the way, this is the chocolate round!
Chopped is about creating and executing a game plan on the fly. This is about creating a plan. And then blowing it up and creating another plan. And then you start to suspect you're actually on Big Brother and the next ingredient out is going to be slop. And should you somehow manage to plate something, the host criticizes your handling of his random conveyor belt while you're forbidden to ask him if he could do any better should you start throwing random supermarket aisles at him. If this show goes on long enough, someone's going to stuff this guy into his own cotton candy machine. Well, it's probably the way he'd want to go...
"I am a sweet genius," claims the host. And that's now officially code for 'jerk.'
The 'Host' who isn't so 'sweet' himself, reminds me of the villian from Mike Myer's run of comedies-oh, darn, the bald-headed guy with the naked cat....Can't think of the name of them right now, but he's after 'one millllllion dollars!'. And no smile to go with it!
He is just creepy, and I personally would NEVER eat something that guy created. EVER!