Oh, you "know the chef." Amazing. When did that become a thing? Chefs are like guys who wrestle alligators—for years they were relegated to the social fringe until they could score a hit TV show on deep cable. Now, chefs are tatted up, faux-celebrities with deals and delusions of name-every-restaurant-after-myself grandeur. Seriously.
Every time Bobby Flay opens his mouth, he sets a new standard for irritating. Jamie Oliver is from the fattest country in Europe and has the nerve to start a "Food Revolution" in Los Angeles. Graham Elliot has restaurants Graham Elliot, g.e.b. (his initials, how clever), Grahamwich (you know, like sandwich), and rumors are swirling of a Grahamburger. Just what we need.