The Paupered Chef: The Heat is On…
Blake and Nick here, of The Paupered Chef. We’re already overwhelmed. The heat in New York City is sweltering, and here we are in tuxedos and neck-tight bowties. Our heroes and idols, inspiring chefs who exemplify this year’s theme of artisanal-supporting, local cooking, are pouring into the front doors on a red carpet.
Right now, things are not as they are probably supposed to be. The glasses are empty, the cooks are chopping, and everyone is trying to figure out where to go. The poor beverage people on the outdoor balconies have disrobed because of the oppressive heat, walking around in white t’s and very sweaty foreheads. It’s a fun scene.
Everywhere we look–on two levels of light-filled, airy space–36 chefs are preparing for the biggest, most tasty cocktail party snacks we could ever imagine, headed for what have to be the world’s most sophisticated palates. Once the ceremonies start, in less than an hour, everyone is going to be locked inside the auditorium. Except for us. We’ll be running around doing our best to sample everything and report on what’s to come.