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Bobby Flay Throws it Down LA Style

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One of our favorite Food TV shows is Throwdown, which involves Celeb Chef Bobby Flay trying to master someone else's culinary specialty and springing a spontaneous cook-off challenge (hence, Throwdown) on them. (Our favorite part of the intro sequence is Flay saying: "I might win. I might even lose.") Every time we watch it, though, we wish that we could run out and taste the competition, like we did when we were craving fish & chips not so long ago. Well, last week's new episode had Flay punking someone right in LAist's backyard: Eagle Rock's very own Auntie Em's, where proprietor Terri Wahl rocks some serious cupcakes. We definitely agree; those are some mighty fine cupcakes!

Finally, television we could go and eat! Although Wahl's hallmark Red Velvet with Cream Cheese frosting lost to Flay's Gingerbread with Mango frosting in the cupcake head-to-head thanks to the judging of Beverly Hills' Sprinkles Cupcakes' Candace Nelson and author Clare Crespo (Hey There, Cupcake!), she did stay true to her rock star roots in the half-hour show by admitting she'd figured out Flay was coming to punk her, and having the venue of the Throwdown be The Echo, where her band was playing a gig.

Not wasting his West Coast trip, we know that Flay's next stop is Pink's Hot Dogs, where he takes on the local landmark. One of the judges just happens to be one of our favorite local food bloggers, Eating LA's Pat Saperstein, who confessed in March that she had shot the show. We're going to catch the show tonight at 10 on the Food Network to find out who wins. Of course, we've already told you how you can get the Pink's experience for yourself at home, which means you can play along with the Throwdown Home Game, thanks to LAist. Now, if we could only get Bobby Flay to knock on our front door...