“American Grilled” is on Wednesdays on the Travel Channel.
All eyes are on the giardiniera.
After making the cut and practicing with likely ingredients, after surviving two quick rounds in which Cracker Jack, Vienna Beef franks, smoked cheese, deep-dish pizza dough and kielbasa had to be charred into cohesive, edible submission, it has come to this: A contestant has left a jar of Italian pickled vegetables – a must-use ingredient – untouched. In tortured unison, onlookers count down the final seconds.
The tension in the air is as thick as a two-inch T-bone, which also happens to be a mandatory ingredient – the one that commanded most of the contestant’s attention. Does the contestant realize it yet? See the forgotten relish that might end up costing a cool 10 grand?
It’s not happening on some highfalutin studio set. The competition in this new show, called “American Grilled,” has wound tight through 11 hours of a changeable Chicago spring day, outside the main entrance to Wrigley Field.
Its host is no buttoned-down big shot. Anchoring the judge’s table is David Guas, all sideburns and denim and muy macho voice. Back at his Bayou Bakery in Arlington, Va., weeks after filming in 13 cities, he’s able to admit that, yes, there was something “pretty bad-ass” about the experience.