Kitchen and newspaper nightmares

While hanging out with my parents, I've grown fond of cable TV. (Crazed copy editors can get upset at the word "fondling" in sex-crime matters, and perhaps they're correct; "fondle" is a word, surely, that's used only of people one's fond of. Right.)

Earlier this evening, I found myself watching a show on BBC America:

http://www.bbcamerica.com/genre/
home_living/ramsays_kitchen_nightmares/
ramsays_kitchen_nightmares_episode_guide.jsp
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Episode three - D-Place

Mexican-born Israel and his English partner, Tara, run D-Place. They've sunk nearly $270,000 of their own money into this fashionable café, which offers a vast selection of fusion cuisine. In charge is executive chef Philippe producing everything from all-day breakfasts to Asian noodles with an astounding lack of flair. The tasteless food is dire and boomerangs back from the dining room as soon as it's served to the customers. Feisty restaurant manager, Dave, loathes his chef and their mutual hatred spills over into permanent running battles. Faced with dysfunctional staff and a disastrous menu, Gordon is about to embark on the longest week of his professional life. Can he quell the panic, banish the deep fat fryer, and bring D-Place back from the dead, or will it disappear forever?
Premieres Wednesday, June 14, 9:00 p.m. ET/10:00 p.m. PT.
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It all ended badly. Darned if that show didn't make me think throughout of working in a newspaper.