My husband is obsessed with Gordon Ramsay. I don't know why he has this sudden fascination, but it's bad. When we're out at a restaurant eating and the food is not 100%, he pipes up in the Ramsay voice, "You donkey! You could have killed someone!" or some such other witty quip. He even found a place in Boston that makes Beef Wellington because neither of us have ever had it (although the recipe is here and I can already seeing us attempting that in the future).
I swear my husband only decided to get the extended cable so he could watch the
"F-Word" on BBC.
For those of you who only know Hell's Kitchen or the USA Kitchen Nightmares (remind me to tell you about the food prepared by one of the previous chefs that I had at a Long Island hotel...blech), then you really don't have a true sense of the man. The assholish nature is really just because Americans are idiots and feed on such horrible behavior. Ramsay is a business man after all. His British shows are much calmer, more thoughtful, nicer and I really LIKE the man after watching him in his native element.
To give you a taste of what the "F-Word" is all about, here's a great clip of fellow Brit and journalist James May, and Ramsay, who is administering a test to find out who is the real man.
The funny thing is that I actually know several people who have eaten the same type of shark in Iceland and washed it down with a swig of
Brennivin. They all got through it...way better than they might have with bull penis, let me tell you. I'm clearly no real man. I wouldn't eat this crap if you paid me. ;-)