Quick Look: â€˜Famous Foodâ€™ scrapes the bottom of the D-list
On Sunday night VH1 debuted “Famous Food,” which may be my choice for world’s worst TV show title ever. I keep picturing little club sandwiches dancing around in fabulous Oscar gowns, leaving a trail of mayonnaise and organza behind them. Anyway, watching dancing club sandwiches might be a more satisfying experience than viewing “Famous Food” unless you’re determined to find some redeeming quality in a bunch of D-list celebrities shrieking at each other about Asian fusion cuisine. Maybe you can, oh, figure out a decent drinking game. I suggest you take a slug every time DJ Paul or Juicy J of Three 6 Mafia say “stripper pole” or “whore.” You may need to have your stomach pumped halfway through, but the upside is that you won’t have to watch the whole episode.
Anyway, the group decides on a cuisine that sounds thoroughly disgusting but is cool because it’s fusion – Asian-soul food! – and agrees on an equally terrible name for the restaurant, Fame. But when Pastore starts pointing out that he’s an expert with connections because he ran discos in the 1970s, things get really ugly between Staub and Big Pussy. And we’re not supposed to call him that on this show, but I would think anything to remind us of better days in his career would not be a bad thing.