It's that coveted day of the year -- when boys and girls become men and women, chefs become better chefs, and all of the media will immediately start debating who deserved a James Beard nomination and who didn't. Get excited!
Mom is finally selling houses! Problem is she isn’t licensed. No big whoop for her, the test will be a breeze! Except she freaks when she meets Kim, a mega realtor who’s sold 358 houses and is getting recertified. She walks out of the test, assuaging her failure with a Chipwitch. Mmmm…now that’s something I can get behind: Chipwitch and a mostly Mom-centric episode.
Once a year, the James Beard Foundation gets off its mighty throne of pearl, throws on rough spun peasant clothes made of sack-cloth, and visits everyday, classic, mom-and-pop restaurants all across America. Then, once back in their palatial Greenwich townhouse, they choose five with the winningest humble fare and Real American-ness for an America’s Classics award. It’s almost like how the Pope brings five homeless people to the Vatican to wash their feet every Palm Thursday, except in this case, the following restaurants (and their owners) will receive shiny gold medals.