Alright, someone has to blink. Yes, the DC blogosphere has kept up a brave face, going through the motions of denial in precise synchrony. Keep your eyes up and a smile on your face. Only later, when the lights are out, the alarm is set, and it's just you and an empty universe -- only then can you let in that flicker of honesty that will inevitably send you plummetting down an endless chasm of despair.
You're a fraud. We're all frauds. Our heroes are weaklings, our imagined power is officious bluster, and the goddamn pandas aren't fooling anybody.
I am, of course, referring to Roberto Donna's shameful performance on last Sunday's Iron Chef: America. Chef Donna, of Galileo, is considered to be one of our city's top 2 or 3 chefs, and while nobody would rank Washington among the foremost culinary capitals of the world, residents like to think the city acquits itself pretty well, subsidized as it is by thousands of lobbyist expense accounts.
Sure, Donna would likely be facing one of the country's foremost Italian chefs in the form of Mario Batali -- victory was not certain, but surely it would be a valiant battle. But wait -- what's this? Batali wouldn't be competing? No, instead Donna faced Masaharu Morimoto, that shock-artist prettyboy. Alright, points for disliking Bobby Flay, but this should have been a walk in the park.
But instead Donna, the region's pride, failed to even meet him on the field of battle: the sack of guts only completed 2 out of the required 5 dishes within the time limit and barely scored half as many points as Morimoto. Oh, Roberto.