A person who exercises a controlling or mesmeric influence on another, especially for a sinister purpose.
OK, so that’s a little dramatic but Sven did start his Masterchef journey in pretty outrageous fashion. Monica and Marcus batted their eyelashes at him all series with a look of love bordering on embarrassing. Well, he was good if a little dated. Yes, I spotted the Ritz dining room in his introductory VT so it was clear he would create classic, well turned out food and he found his inner Sven eventually, even if it was by rummaging around in his allotment. I also couldn’t overlook his big Ben Affleck face.
There wasn’t an obvious trend this series ingredients-wise other than game but there was a lot of standy uppy food. Do I care about erect parsnips, carrots or pork loin? Yes, actually, I do. I care not one bit. I realise chefs like height in their food but, come on. One particularly enjoyable moment was the don’t-use-a-sous-vide round. YES! This is why I liked Sam. He made a point of explaining that his focus is ‘traditional methods’ ie, AN OVEN AND HOB rather than the modern twattery that is thermo mixers and water baths. I whole-heartedly agree. Then he muttered something about Marcus being his idol and he wanted to be him.
I then noticed his serial killer eyes and thought it best he not progress any further. Ben was also impressive with the correct look of a young chef: pale and haunted.