I’d like to pretend that anything that happened during last night’s second episode of Bravo’s “Top Chef” was as interesting as the 15 second promo for next week’s episode, where the challenge apparently has something to do with cooking for the Foo Fighters.

And suddenly, I was a lot less interested in Jill, the Baltimore chef, going home (Bye bye, homey!), or why Ariane, who hasn’t impressed with any of her dishes yet, is still around, or if anything is cuter than the Euro-flavored bromance between Fabio and Stefan. Actually, Fabio’s cute all by himself.

Before the Foo reveal, the actual episode was pretty funny, because the cheftestants had to cook for people who applied to the show and didn’t make it on. I have not seen such a pungent combination of envy, pride and naked tacky jealousy since the last episode of “Real Housewives of Atlanta”. And the canned crab meat that Hosea used looked deliciously lumpy but apparently tasted like can. And that made me sad, because I’d probably bleed crab meat if you cut me. Which would be gross, but very delicious.

So far, I really like Fabio, because he’s charming and his dishes make me want to lick the TV. I also dig Gene, because I like his story, and that kooky Carla, because even though Gail was right about her cheese looking “sweaty,” her pastry crust looked flaky, soft and excellent.

Nobody’s freaked out and been a jerk yet, which is refreshing. Not that I mind drama – I just don’t like when it takes over the show.