While I will miss making fun of him every week, reality justice was served with the departure of Stephen from Top Chef. I had a feeling he was going to be packing up his knives. The tip-off was his confident bragging in one of the opening scenes. I hope his friends at Baker St. snuck some Betty Crocker cake mix into his suitcase. And maybe a box of Franzia.
On a side note. I loved that Scott and Scott's wedding was at the Hotel Monaco, site of the Grand Cafe, one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco. And a great place for an after-work Martini in a glass you could wash your hair in.