It's Italian as Italian can be,
At Rao's in far north NYC.
But a bit of a bore -
you can't get in the door!
Unless you know one of the family.
**
Our chefs head to the kitchen to make
three fine courses - some simmer, some bake.
Antipasti and primi,
plus secondi, how dreamy!
But no dolci or gluten-free cake.
**
Antonias' mussels were great,
with fennel all over the plate.
She said, 'Cook 'em, I oughta,
with some crusty ciabatta!
and too much garlic to eat on a date.'
**
The other cheftestants were mad
that she won for her shellfish - not glad!
'Too simple! Too tame!'
They were heard to exclaim.
Were they jealous? I think so - a tad.
**
That brash chef named Mike Isabella,
declared, 'I'm a heckuva fella!'
Despite his bold claim,
The judges called out his name:
His rigatoni was not at all bella.
**
Poor Tre believed he could do rice
with tomatoes, all creamy and nice.
His risotto? Too stiff -
less a hill than a cliff:
He was auf'ed from the show in a trice.
**
So many have left in defeat.
They just couldn't cook in the heat.
Moleskine and I
now think Blais is the guy:
the toppest of chefs to be beat.
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