I knew this would be Howie's week to pack his knives and go. In fact, I was surprised when Tre was asked to leave at the end of the last show, and Howie remained.
Howie. The man I'd expect to see cooking at Rib Crib or Ruby Tuesday's. The man who would keep me away from those places, not because of his culinary skills, but because of the way he poured his sweat into every dish he made. Literally
Anthony Bourdain's weekly blog on each episode of Top Chef is always a great and entertaining read. Tonight he put Howie on the psychiatric couch and I suspect he's spot on with his analysis, but still. I wasn't asking Howie to confront and battle his inner demons, or go within and nurture his hurt inner child, all I was asking was for him to buy a sweat band.