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Padma Lakshmi’s Flirty Charm Is What Makes Taste the Nation So Special

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In the second episode of Hulu’s Taste the Nation, Padma Lakshmi visits Milwaukee to showcase how German immigrants have contributed to U.S. food culture, particularly America’s beloved hot dog. After visiting a restaurant called Kegel’s Inn, where she learns to fry schnitzel and speaks to owner Julian Kegel about the experience of his German immigrant grandparents, Lakshmi’s expression shifts, her calm, serious listening face turning mischievous. With a toss of her head, she asks, “Can I ask you another question? Are you related to Dr. Kegel of the Kegel exercises?” he replies, “You betcha,” only to have Padma shoot back, “I want you to know I’ve been doing them this whole time.” Kegel valiantly tries to banter on, saying he’s used to having people ask this question, otherwise he’d really be blushing. But a coquettish smirk crosses Lakshmi’s face as she says, “You’re a little pink,” pointing out an earnest flush of color spreading across Kegel’s cheeks.

Flirtatious, teasing moments like this make Taste the Nation such fun to watch. But Lakshmi’s winsome, down-to-earth style isn’t just an aesthetic flourish; it’s an affective gesture toward a wide-ranging optimism about what food can do in the face of racism and oppression. As a show borne out of Lakshmi’s partnership with the ACLU, Taste the Nation is expressly meant to help her “go where the interesting immigrant stories are and use food as the Trojan horse to embed myself there and find out what life was like for them on a daily basis.” There’s a political purpose to Lakshmi appearing personable. By luring the viewer in with a smile and the promise of delicious food, she uses her demeanor to shift the focus from the plates on the table to the faces and voices of the immigrants, Black people, and indigenous people onscreen. Her charm and affability telegraphs the hope that breaking bread can change someone’s mind, working to turn the camera away from food and onto the person, transforming Taste the Nation from a food show to a series of colorful, intimate portraits.

In an episode about chop suey’s origins in San Francisco, for example, Lakshmi chortles alongside comedian Ali Wong, cracking jokes about how geoduck looks like “sea dick.” Raunchy humor and effervescent laughter serves as an appetizer to a larger story about Chinese-American immigration. In Los Angeles, Lakshmi blows kisses at the camera, gets her coat stuck in a car door, and bites into succulent kebab, but the main focus isn’t her antics, it’s the softly crying cook who admits he will likely never return to Iran. These are poignant, moving stories expertly set up by Lakshmi’s onscreen charisma.

But there are times when Lakshmi’s optimistic buoyancy gets in her way. In an episode that examines the U.S.-Mexico border in El Paso, Lakshmi visits H&H Carwash and Coffee shop, a café staffed mostly by Mexican citizens who cross the border every day from Juárez, and which is owned by Maynard Haddad, a Trump-supporting Syrian immigrant. Lakshmi moans over a bean burrito and strikes up a rapport with the Mexican staff, as they tell her about the realities of living with increased border security. But she also sits next to Haddad as he gruffly doubles down on his decision to vote for Trump, despite his apparent affection for his employees. Haddad clutches at Lakshmi’s hand while he talks to her, awkwardly drawing her close to him, and though Lakshmi appears more restrained than usual, she doesn’t challenge what he says. “If the camera was off and we had time and I didn’t have to go to my next location, I might have sat there and been like, ‘You’re foolish,’” she later said in an interview with Eater. It’s a shame she didn’t say such a thing. In choosing to maintain her optimistic, personable façade onscreen, Lakshmi instead contributes to a both-sides discourse that asks us to consider the complexity of a cranky-but-maybe-ultimately-lovable Trump voter. Not only does this sidestep a discussion of immigrants and children of immigrants in the U.S. who champion conservative immigration policy, but it muffles the stunning cruelty and racism the Trump presidency has unleashed on nonwhite people, including Haddad’s own employees.

In another episode dealing with indigenous cultures and foods in Arizona, Lakshmi claims that “food sovereignty is the key” to the sovereignty of the Apache nation. Such an idea is glossy, attractive, and fits squarely into the hope that a delicious dish could turn a political tide, but it ultimately falls flat when considering the centuries of slaughter, land theft, and forced migration that indigenous people have faced at the hands of the United States. Nothing can overcome such violence, and certainly not food.

It is a joy to watch Lakshmi flirt and joke, a delight to see her turn serious and listen intently, tenderly even, as someone shares their coming-to-America story. It’s her magnanimity that makes Taste the Nation a series of intimate, food-catalyzed portraits, putting faces to dishes all across the country. But for Taste the Nation to be a true portrait, it must also deal honestly with raw hurt, grief, and rage. As wonderful as it is to see Lakshmi laugh and banter, there are moments where it would be refreshing to see her lash out, if even just a little bit. Just as her charm serves to uplift and empower the immigrant, Black, and indigenous voices, Lakshmi’s frustration, anger, or sorrow could also work to express the very real stakes of racism in the U.S.

Padma Lakshmi’s Flirty Charm Makes Taste the Nation Special