Kids

Who doesn't love kids? They're cute. They love playing. They have highly specific food desires.

Yup Roblé had a very young Ruth Reichel on his hands. This kid has some thoughts on green peas and edamame. I too didn't have some of these more exotic dishes until I was a bit holder, however I didn't eat Pop Tarts until I was like 10 either (that is just as equal of a mistake in my book).  So let's see how Mr. Ali handled this and his attempt to combine Bollywood and Hollywood (while sadly, ignoring Dollywood).

B.O.D.: B---h on Duty
Not only was the tot a tough client, Roblé was dealing with his mother, and her designated bad cop, Tamara. I have to give her some mondo credit for stepping into her role with gusto. I do have to wonder what the story was pre-meet and greet with Roblé. Was Oliver's mom like, "Oh hai, would you be interested in being my muscle for this party? I would rather focus on the fun this week?" Or do you have to draft up a formal paper requesting someone's work as a B.O.D.

And she did her job like a champ, ensuring that everything was up to snuff. Thankfully the entertainment delighted (though I did love me some Magic Al and the idea of a lady tap dancing on the beach, how would that even work!?) and even if some of the food was late coming out, Roblé dazzled. . . minus the fortune cookie situation.

How the Fortune Cookie Crumbled
We learn a lot about Adam this week. We learn, that when he swims in the ocean he looks like Jesus. We learn he's a bit of ladies' man, and we learn most of all that he is perhaps a little too subversive for children's comedy.

Yes, his booger fortunes didn't go over too well. Unfortunately, kids don't really "get" subtle comedy, like "Insert Fortune Here.” I personally would have been delighted to get a cooties-related fortune from Mr. Banks. (There's his ladies' man status flaring up again.) Plus, good on him for trying to explain to the world that the nutritional value of boogers is surprisingly low. Those kids can't grow up thinking sushi and boogers are enough to live on.

In the end the rest of the children's festivus was enough to pull Roblé out of the dog house. The kids seemed to like most of the food, except the fruit sushi which Oliver declared "pedestrian and overdone" (just kidding! He just yelled "No!" and ran away).

Situation Fusion
I love Indian food. A LOT. Like I eat crummy microwave saag paneer on a weekly basis to get my fix when my friends won't accompany me to a real restaurant. Anecdotally, I'll go on record and say, yes, as crazy as it is people are really terrified of Indian food. I think it's a combo of the dishes' liquidity and spice that scares folks off (people like food with defined borders), but I'm a massive fan. If you want solid, traditional Indian food with a side of amazing times, I'd recommend Panna II, unless of course you are sensitive to light at all. Then do not go there! The chili pepper lights will surely send you to seizures.

Digressing, I cannot get over the combination of delicious food and eye candy that this shindig brought. Catfish hush puppies. Lobster Goan Curry. Yumtown, USA. Then we have some of the finest servers we've seen this season -- including Roblé's adorable girlfriend Ayan and William the mixologist. Honey, William. Dang. Plus Nigel Barker was there! No wonder the shindig evolved into a dance party. All that hotness had to manifest itself somehow. And, of course, Shawn and Artie brought some major moves. Even Roblé got to cut a rug.

We won't see until 2012, but when we're back, it's a canine ceremony as two chihuahua's get hitched. And isn't that an event worth waiting for?