As did my mom.
So we sat around all day watching TC reruns, which, admittedly, made me a bit hungry, and made me depressed again because it made me think of how I couldn't taste my $35 plate of sea scallops and fennel risotto that I had on vacation. Which is neither here nor there.
Anyway, the end of season two has the infamous Marcel/Cliff/Ilan/Elia head-shaving incident, which provoked a discussion as to why I so intensely disliked both Ilan and Marcel (I don't know why any discussion was needed - I thought it was pretty obvious).
"Well," said my mom, "if you didn't like Marcel or Ilan, who did you want to win?"
"Oh, I wanted Sam to win."
"Why is that?"
"Oh... well, uh, Sam's... really hot?"
"Well, being that I can't actually taste his food, that's pretty much all I have to go on. I'm sorry you raised such a shallow daughter."
(Me trying to smirk provocatively always ends up with me looking like an ass. Maybe that's why I can't land guys...)