Well, a great time had by all.
Big ups to John for attending, what about the rest of you jerks!
The hellacious battle was judged by all, and true to form, myself and my sous chef, Parksie, narrowly eeked out the win (most people said it was Parksie that won, that's why I picked him).
We're going to start hosting the party once a month, with myself, Parksie, and challenger Josh (who did an awesome job, despite my sabotaging his dishes) as the three Iron Chef Bombas.
We will take on all challengers, no matter if you are one or twenty, to see how long the Iron Chef Bomba statue will remain in my house.
Kind of like the Americas Cup of Iron Chef battles.
Hard main ingredients were the theme of the day.
Lots of work was put into Josh's side...his sous chef ditched him on two occasions, but thanks to yours truly, I put him in league with my own ace-in-the-hole, long time friend Scott Clark.
Parksie and I were all about shennanigans, and in the end, I believe our humor won the day.
OK enough rants...here's the pix