Showing posts with label Chulo Chef. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chulo Chef. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Fightin’ Words: Carlos Fernandez Translator Calls Anthony Bourdain a “Chupacabras”

It will come as no surprise to you, possums, that, like just about everyone, we are great fans of last season contestant Carlos Fernandez. Miss XaXa developed the mother of all gay crushes on him, anointed him her Chulo Chef, and drove six hours to eat and gossip up a storm with Carlos at the Hi-Life Café, the restaurant he runs with his charming husband Chuck.

Naturally, we were thrilled to learn that Carlos has a gig writing a blog for Bravo, doing cooking demonstrations on the unfortunately named “Miami Spice,” and appearing on Bravo’s Spanish-language sister network, Telemundo. We want only the best for our Chulo Chef.

Imagine our dismay, then, when we came across an interesting little discrepancy while comparing Carlos’ blog and the Spanish translation on Yahoo! Telemundo.

On his Bravo blog, Carlos writes, “It was nice to see Chef Anthony Bourdin. (“Hey Chef Tony, Alex says hi!”) I don’t understand why he didn’t judge the Quickfire Challenges. Perhaps that was filmed too early in the day for a bloodsucker! Ha!”

(A smidge of background info: after judging the Thanksgiving episode last season, Bourdain referred to Carlos as “Alex Fernandez” on Michael Ruhlman’s blog. You should know, though, that we found something equally egregious. On Frank Bruni’s blog in the New York Times, the caption lists Carlos Fernandez as “Carlos Rodriguez.” It’s so hard to keep them Latins straight, much to Miss XaXa’s despair and Chuck’s gain.)

At any rate, we think that by “bloodsucker,” Carlos meant “vampire,” since Bourdain is a notorious nocturnal flâneur (though not as nocturnal as John Travolta). And yet, the Telemundo translator rendered it as “chupacabras.”

For those of you who may not remember, a “chupacabras” (or “goat sucker,” from its “habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock, especially goats”) is “a lizard-like being, appearing to have leathery or scaly greenish-gray skin and sharp spines or quills running down its back…[,] a dog or panther-like nose and face, a forked tongue protruding from it, large fangs, and to hiss and screech when alarmed, as well as leave a sulfuric stench behind. When it screeches, some reports note that the chupacabra’s eyes glow an unusual red, then give the witnesses nausea.”

We will not go into whether this is an accurate description of Anthony Bourdain (though we will say we thought he looked remarkably well-rested and smooth-skinned on last week’s show; Clinique had better look into the rejuvenating properties of goat’s blood). We simply think it’s unwise for Carlos’ translator to get our Chulo Chef into a scrape with the old bloodsucker himself.

Miss XaXa, however, is having none of it. “Come on. Bourdain would probably love being called a chupacabra. It makes him more of a badass.”

Be that as it may, we ask only one thing of you, Tony. Don’t blame Alex. No tuvo la culpa.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Chat on a Plate: Chulo Chef Chooses to Chew the Fat

Possums, it's time to put your thinking caps on. You have all weekend to mull over what questions you want to ask of our very own Chulo Chef, Carlos Fernandez of The Hi-Life Cafe.

Do you want to know what his favorite movie is? What would make him turn straight? (We suggest you not go there; Miss XaXa already tried and failed miserably, and if she can't turn a man straight, well, then there ain't no hope for anyone else). Or maybe you'd like to find out which cheftestant had the best butt? Or perhaps you want tips from Carlos and his partner Chuck on how to celebrate Valentine's Day?

Well, the man with the rose in his teeth will tell all, in a live chat this coming Monday, February 12, at 9:30 p.m. Eastern, co-hosted by The Gals of Top Chef 2: They Cook, We Dish and Ms. Place of Dishin' Dat. See you there.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Amuse-Biatch Shameless Plug: Carlos Fernandez for Fan Favorite















Although we love our paisana Elia Aboumrad, it is no secret that, from the very beginning, our wee, wizened bloggers’ hearts have belonged to one man, our Chulo Chef, Carlos Fernandez. Heck, from day one, Miss XaXa* proclaimed herself his BFF (Best Fruit Fly), and will tear the weave off anyone who tries to take her title away. And so it should come as no surprise that we are blatantly, shamelessly, giddily stumping for Carlos in the Fan Favorite contest.

The XaXa for Chulo PAC met this morning over a café cortado and pan dulce, and decided to jump into the fray. Maybe Don Carlos wasn’t fated to be the Top Chef, but he was a gentleman, a true caballero cubano, to the end. He demonstrated, along with our Elia Aboumrad and Michael “Beer Bong” Midgley, that it is possible to compete in the volatile and stressful atmosphere of the kitchen without turning into a rabid member of a baying pack of hounds. For that alone, he deserves the $10,000 prize. (And for reminding us, when we see this photograph, of what’s better than roses on your piano.)

So be sure to vote for our Chulo Chef, Carlos Fernandez, at http://bravotv.com as Fan Favorite.

* For those of you who have asked, it's pronounced "Cha-Cha," as in the immortal Eartha Kitt disco classic, "Cha-Cha Heels."

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Miss XaXa v. Mia Gaines-Alt: Battle of the Fag Hags





















Well, Miss XaXa prefers "fruit fly" as an appellation (not for nothing is her middle name "Drosophila"), but you get the drift.

It is no secret that Miss XaXa has had a crush on former cheftestant Carlos Fernandez from the very beginning. It didn't matter that Carlos is gay and is married to a lovely chap named Chuck (she even found it vaguely endearing that they both have the same name, albeit in different languages).

Indeed, despite Carlos' married gayhood, it had always been one of Miss XaXa's wine-soaked fantasies--visions of sin stoked by Zin--to tuck her chulo chef into bed and read him excerpts from Diana Vreeland's D.V. as a bedtime story while the strains of Grace Jones doing her take on "La vie en rose" played soothingly in the background.
After Carlos was eliminated on the Thanksgiving episode, Miss XaXa was disconsolate and inconsolable. Now that a month has elapsed, she finally brought herself to read her chulo chef's blog, only to encounter this statement by Carlos about Mia Gaines-Alt:
And I will always remember the time you tucked me into bed!
We have rarely seen Miss XaXa in such a state. The outraged arias of "How could he?" gave way to a kind of understanding. Her fruit fly qualifications are second to none, but, she wailed to us, "I never stood a chance!"
We gave her our nun-embroidered Irish linen handkerchief. "I suppose I can't blame him. I mean, gay culture wouldn't even exist if it weren't for fierce black women singing in earthshattering tones some combination of the words 'love,' 'pride,' 'party,' 'deep,' and 'show' against a thumpa-thumpa beat, so how could any gay man resist a fierce black woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to celebrity hairstylist José Eber and dresses like the wardrobe mistress on Brokeback Mountain?" she queried rhetorically as she sobbed in the women's shoe department at Neiman-Marcus.
Now it's true that when Miss XaXa visited Mia earlier this month at her restaurant, Feed the People!, she found Mia to be gracious and warm, and her food delicious. But how differently things might have been if Miss XaXa had known about the tucking in. And now she has a message for Mia: "You know what? Your cornbread wasn't very good! So you go ahead and 'feed the people,' but keep your hands off my gays!"