Iron Chef? pikers
Top Chef? hackers
compared to Kings of Pastry, finally available via Netflix. this fine documentary didn’t make it anywhere close to these parts during its theatrical run.
but it is now on Netflix (both instant view and get-DVD-on-the-mail) and it is a very enjoyable watch. sixteen pastry chefs are at the Meilleur Ouvrier de France competition, held every four years to determine who among them has the chops to wear the blue/white/red/ collar that marks one as elite, or as each are referred to, a M.O.F. (my inner twelve-year-old inserted an “o” at the end, whenever I heard M.O.F.)
what took place were three days of patisserie competition at the highest levels of the craft. no stupid challenges, no eliminations, no personality clashes, no made-up drama: just men (all sixteen competitors were male) creating amazing confections and architectural marvels out of spun and blown sugar.
a beautiful movie. the saddest part is at the end when you realize you have the most ridiculous craving for cream puffs and there isn’t a French patisserie in town.