Iron Chef: The original Japanese incarnation

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Think of it as Food Opera

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I was in stitches as soon as I saw the Baroque Couture of The Chairman and commiserated with those poor Iron Chefs all dolled up in satin. I was tickled pink by the comments of the judges as they watched the culinary battle and the occasional looks of dismay that the challengers and the ICs would get at the unveiling of the secret ingredient. I really liked what good sports most of the challengers were, even if I sometimes wondered if there wasn't a home court advantage for the ICs. It was camp, it was war, it was cuisine.