I hate to say I told you so, but Sarasota chef Darwin Santa Maria of oft-lauded Selva Grill made the same prediction about Peruvian food almost a year ago. Sarasota is home to no less than four decent Peruvian joints. Only question is: what about the Bay area? Know any great places to grab some ceviche, causa and sauces laced with glorious aji pepper?

(Thanks to Grub Street.)

Rocky Aoki, the man who brought Japanese culinary showmanship to America with Benihana, died last week. According to the AP story, Aoki was surrounded by his wife and six children during his final moments, which must have been awkward considering he sued four of those kids — two from each of his first two wives — after they tried to take over his restaurant chain. Apparently, they don’t like his current wife.

Forget the gossip and dirt, though, and let’s remember the man for his accomplishments: teppan-yaki, stateside. Aoki opened his first Benihana in New York in 1964, starting an empire that’s blossomed into more than 100 restaurants and thousands of imitators. Every time a chop-socky chef flips shrimp tails into his hat, builds a smoking onion volcano, or tells a tired karate kid joke before serving you griddled steak and barely cooked veggies doused in soy, you have Aoki to thank.

Beyond Benihana, Aoki was a cool cat who wrestled on the Japanese Olympic team; raced cars, boats and motorcycles; was the first man to cross the Pacific in a hot air balloon; founded classic eighties porno mag Genesis; won backgammon championships; participated in a Cannonball Run-like cross country race in a stretch Volkswagon Beetle limousine; and once had a horrific boating accident that required 10 hours of surgery and multiple removed organs. When he came to three days later, he saw his wife and his mistress waiting for him bedside. Damn, player!

That’s a life well lived, worth a raised Mai Tai or two at whatever teppan-yaki joint you favor.

In other news, food personality Alton Brown announced he’ll be shifting the focus of Good Eats. “”I’ve been busy being clever, but now I want to use what credibility I may have to help people think about sustainability,” he told grist.com in an interview. He even offered to ride along with Greenpeace, saying “somebody needs to sink the Japanese tuna fleet. Everyone’s willing to point the finger, but nobody’s willing to pull the trigger.”

Damn, concerns for sustainability on the Food Network? Maybe they should have a talk with Paula.

David Miller, Savant Fine Dining:
Sweet Potato Soup: Big Fire 2006 Pinot Gris, $15
Heirloom Tomato Salad: Columbia Crest 2007 Two Vines Rose, $10
Braised Lamb in Peach Gastrique with Sweet Potato Scallops and Baby Eggplant: Jaboulet 2005 “Parallele 45” Cotes du Rhone, $15

Fabrizio Schenardi, Pelagia Trattoria:
Polenta with Sauteed Mushrooms: St. Francis 2004 Red, $12
Open-Faced Ravioli: Masi 2006 Masianco Venezie, $15
Seared Salmon with Green Beans: Beringer 2006 Pinot Noir, $20
Fruit Crepes: Banfi 2007 Rosa Regale, $18

Seble Gizaw, Queen of Sheba:
Mashed Potato Salad: Bonny Doon 2005 Le Cigare Blanc California, $20
Lentil Soup: 7 Deadly Zins 2004 Zinfandel, $13
Lamb Tibs: Onix 2006 Priorat, $12

Grass Root Tofu Scramble: Sokol Blosser Evolution #9 11^th Edition

Elements, vegetarian menu:
Mushroom Medley: whatever red wine you use in the recipe OR Campo Viejo 2004 Rioja Crianza, $12
Ravioli: S.A. Prum 2006 Riesling, $12

Not only that, but they’ll also be paying the expense of the eight teams they choose to compete just to make it to the final team, which I talked about here.

Those of you who indulge me enough to read this week’s Morning After column are aware of my general disappointment with this season’s Top Chef. It should be a no brainer: I love to taste, I love to cook, I love to veg (no pun intended) on occasion in front of the TV — I should be in culinary arts heaven. But the Chi-town installment has been an underwhelming affair.

I can sleep tonight, though, for piercingly blue-eyed head judge Tom Colicchio and Co. anointed Stephanie the Top Chef. Still, I felt finalist Richard’s pain and admit that Lisa, after squeezing by time-after-mediocre-time, redeemed herself nicely, cooking-wise. (And welcome back, Chef Ripert! My, how you’ve been missed.)

In other TC news, the Bravo network just announced plans for a junior version of the show. We can only speculate what the 13-16 year-old-friendly tests will be. Quick Fire challenges concerning pizza? Elimination contests themed to favorite movies?

Oh right, they already did that with the adults this season.

Of course, my palate is embarrassingly unrefined compared to that of our own foodie extraordinaire, Brian Ries. Check out his blog while I crack open a celebratory bottle of Lagunitas-bottled, [Frank] Zappa estate Lumpy Gravy beer, comforted by the knowledge that a nice gal finished first (even if a bad apple lasted far longer than she should have).

Instead, though, I’ll just slap up a bunch of links documenting her ties to an oppressive organization known for intimidation, abuse and hogs. Yep, she’s the public face of Smithfield Ham.

Sure, Smithfield’s not the Khmer Rouge or Wal-Mart, but they apparently aren’t too nice to the fine workers in their North Carolina plant. And Deen, though confronted by information and questions about her ties to Smithfield numerous times, just brushes it off as the price of having a job. She even told Larry King that she’d meet with Smithfield worker organizers and discuss their concerns. She hasn’t, except under Smithfield’s aegis at their plant.

My favorite part of the whole controversy, though, is that chefs have been travelling around the country to her appearances and organizing picket lines. Do they hate Smithfield’s practices, or do they just hate Deen? Hard to tell.

For the record, I sort of like Deen, except for her ties to Smithfield. And her new show on the Food Network. She’s been rumored to chain smoke and swear like a sailor, so it’d likely be a blast to catch a beer and some hot wings with the ol’ union bustin’ lady.

Open invitation Paula, you hear? I’ll buy.

That’s not stopping raw food impressario and culinary hottie Matthew Kenney from transplanting himself from progressive New York City to the most dreadful city in Florida. Yep, he’s opening a raw restaurant in Orlando called Cafe 118 (referring to the max temperature it’s food will reach). The place isn’t open yet, but the website already features a link for anyone interested in franchise opportunities. Before you jump on the burgeoning raw food bandwagon and start shelling out your uncooked dough, be forewarned that one of the reasons Kenney may be expanding out of his home base in NYC involves litigation and bankruptcy relating to some of his previous businesses. Whatever, Florida is all about second chances, right?

Last week, though, saw a teensy bit of controversy. The elimination challenge was held at Rick Tramonto’s high-end Tramonto’s Steak & Seafood, where cheftestants were supposed to create an appetizer and entree from what they found in the pantry and coolers. Eventual eliminee Spike (he’s from Clearwater!) had the ill-conceived notion of utilizing a bag of frozen scallops he found in the freezer. That’s a no-no, since frozen scallops almost inevitably turn out dry, rubbery and odd. These were no exception.

At the judges table, Spike continued his poor decision-making by calling out Tramonto for having the bag of scallopscicles in his kitchen in the first place. That’ll be good for your future job prospects, Spike.

Still, not a bad question. And Tramonto didn’t have a good explanation handy. Until now. Both he and Top Chef judge Tom Colicchio recently blogged explanations (Tom, Rick), claiming that some of the food was brought in just for the show. That sounds about right, wouldn’t want a reality TV competition to have to deal with a real restaurant kitchen, would we?

Coming up this week on Top Chef: someone wins! Don’t know who and — as long as it is not Lisa — don’t really care.