I have no idea whether it's coincidental or deliberate, but I do know that when trying to think of other shows this one reminds me of (I've seen all of it), The Leftovers came to mind (though I think The Young Pope is the superior show on every front). I am also reminded of The Singing Detective, which I've always…

I was more horrified by his delighted harassment of Emily when she was near—hell, in—tears.

Precisely.

But she added cornstarch—which to me made the dish not a panna cotta. I was sure that would be her downfall, in fact, but everyone loved it.

It goes from perfect to overcooked in a flash. They should cook it table side to guarantee that people get it at the right moment. (Just what you want, right? Someone standing next to you stirring broth into rice for twenty minutes as you converse with your dinner companion[s].)

This is meant to be funny, right? Because not allowing an opponent to play to his strengths is common sense?

He even commented that he makes better food when he uses fewer ingredients, but he just can't resist going overboard.

Yeah. Time and again, people have screwed themselves on this show by sticking to an idea even after finding a key ingredient is unavailable. I couldn't believe he thought he could get away with using that crab.

Katsuji also blithely expected the others to help him throughout and yet one knows he would never have credited them had he won.

Usually, they bring a bunch of booted contestants back as potential sous chefs, and the finalists get to pick whom they want. So we might have the pleasure of seeing Katsuji passed over by everyone.

He couldn't help it. Laughing doesn't come naturally to cyborgs.

Me, too.

More like a brown Kix.

Scores of rich people manage just fine.

At age 44 he married a twenty-year-old who looked like Margaret, which adds yet more to the creep quotient.

And Anne had to marry her second husband in Scotland (in 1992).

I was amazed at Elizabeth's forbearance. My back goes up when someone uses the short version of my sister's name just because I use it, and I'm a complete pleb.

It was all planned.

I am consistently thrown off when I can't help noticing that Vanessa Kirby is several inches taller than Claire Foy. Knowing that Margaret was three inches shorter than her 5' 4" sister wreaks havoc with the suspension of my disbelief.

Thank you.