Mike (not cool brother Mike) Isabella from Top Chef: Las Vegas
This asshole with his faux hawk and dumb smirk talks shit about the other contestants every week. Oh, how cool are you Mike? You say fuck and shit in your confessionals. How edgy? You show them, Mike. Do your shitty tattoos and smack talk get ladies?
Meanwhile, as he talks shit about contestants every week and their lack of skills, he shows his one skill: Greek cooking. How fucking ironic, buddy. You make kebabs, couscous, "greek salads" every week and rode the coattails of straight-laced brother to a top finish one week. Yet you think you're the Top Chef. You've shown the same cooking range as the guy who fries my falafel at Oasis Cafe.
And hey: FLORENTINE = FLORENCE FUCKING ITALY, YOU DUMB FUCK.
Which brings me to my other "thing I hate". It's you, Eli Kirstein.
You and your fucking horn-rimmed glasses talk a lot of shit every week, too. You also have absurdly spiked hair. Congrats. You are a chef at a restaurant in Atlanta and you're 25. I'm sure you're unequivocally the best chef ever.
Oh, way to be a dick, too, and call Robin out for giving a back story to her dish. I'm sure she loved having cancer and possibly dying because she thought, "Hey I can use it to my advantage on a reality show someday!"
When you get Type II diabetes someday will you think that way? That double chin of yours isn't without any repercussions.
