By now I should be used to “Top Chef Houston’s” tonal ricochets, which carom from cornball cartoonishness to kumbaya solemnity. I always wonder which Padma we’ll see as mistress of ceremonies: the gung-ho camp counselor or the earnest high school social studies teacher.
This week, as the seven remaining chefs visited our Freedmen’s Town national historic district, we got the social studies teacher. All to the good, as far as I’m concerned. I’d rather see the contestants cook for a Fourth Ward fundraiser than watch them engage in a tortured mock football battle.