After reading this I had an inspired idea on how to improve the show Iron Chef America.
Currently, they have three judges. Two are usually food critics of some sort, and the third is usually some minor celebrity. On my version of the show, they’ll have six judges. Three will be proven food people. The other three? Hobos.
Surely they can find three hobos who can use a hundred bucks and meal. Meanwhile, the entertainment value goes up tenfold. There’s no reason why hobos can’t be food critics and just think of the potential. You’ll have some world class chefs being judged, likely harshly, by bums. Those fragile egos will be put to a serious test.
Maybe they can give the bums each a new suit of clothes, a bath and a shave so that they don’t stink the place up too bad and then let them comment and fill out scorecards like the other judges. It would be interesting and probably hysterically funny to see hobos critique and articulate their views on haute cuisine. I’m telling you, this would be huge, especially if they start hollering and have bad table manners.
The chefs, for they’re part, will have to satisfy both astute food industry people and the hobos.
Maybe I’m just fascinated by hobos put into close contact with “the beautiful people.” Is that wrong? I mean, it’s not like I’m calling them vagrants or anything.
Hobos as judges is a great idea!
Only people who eat garbage on a daily basis are qualified to judge the merits of steak tartare.
The hobos should get free booze too. Nothing brings the 'Expert of Everything' out of a homeless bum like Boone's Farm.
Frpm my limited knowledge, hobos are people drifters, people who go from one place to another, homeless are the beggers you see sitting on the sidewalk with a sign.
So yeah, hobos are well travelled enough to be food connoiseurs! Steak ala oil bin/garbage bin fire. Yum!
I like this idea a lot. But you give the three turds too much credit, especially that fruiter from 'Queer Eye'. I am still awaiting with great eagerness Battle Tube Steak, to see how he will react.
I do kind of like that gruff grizzled toad who sits at the end of the table and glowers. Praise from him appears to have some merit. But that bitch in the middle was useless.