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Showing posts with label Mark Simmons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Simmons. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Tom Colicchio and the Illusory Pint of Beer

We're shocked, possums, shocked.

We had always thought Tom Colicchio a man of his word, but, much to our chagrin and disillusionment (sniff sniff), it seems that is not the case.

At the end of last night's episode, Colicchio, in reassuring Mark Simmons that he did not dislike the deadpan New Zealander, promised, "I'm sure we'll catch up after this and share a beer. Or a pint, as you guys say."

However, as Mark told our pals at Grub Street, thus far, nothing:

So you don’t feel like you were wronged in any way.
No, I don’t think I was wronged at all there. The only thing I feel wronged is Tom said he was going to buy me a beer after the chopping block. I’m still waiting for my invite.


For shame, we say, for shame. The chap just got married, Tom; the least you can do is buy him a lousy beer.

Hobbit Finally Finds the Ring

















Well, possums, Mark Simmons may feel that Tom Colicchio doesn't like him, but, fortunately for him, it seems that he finally has found someone who does. In his interview with BuddyTV, Mark announces that he got married almost a week ago.

It's a shame he couldn't have waited for the "Wedding Wars" episode, but our congratulations go out to Mark and the missus. Andrew "Fatboy Slim" D'Ambrosi attended the wedding, perhaps in defiance of the constant vigilance of Big Bravoer (because, apparently, cheftestants are not supposed to have contact with each other between their departure and the finale). No word on whether fellow mermaid Spike Mendelsohn was a guest. Which reminds us: Just a word of caution, Mark, possum; marriage (to a woman) means you can no longer take champagne bubble baths with men.
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