Let’s be honest. Come Dine With Me is not culinary school. It’s a carnival of ego. Every guest thinks they are Gordon Ramsay. They are not.
Dave Lamb is our guide through the wreckage. He points out the passive-aggressive notes. “Lovely texture, a bit bland.” He translates the fake smiles.
When a host serves raw chicken? He says, “Ah, the salmonella special.” You choke on your tea laughing. It’s perfect.
Inside the life of Come Dine With Me's narrator Dave Lamb as he marks
The Secret to His Magic
He never mocks the people. He mocks the situation. There’s a difference. He’s cheeky, not cruel. That’s why we love him.
He has a talent for silence. He’ll let a terrible joke hang in the air. Then, a single, perfect word: “Right.” It speaks volumes.
His voice is unmistakably British. It has a crisp, posh edge. But it sounds like your funniest mate at the pub. It’s disarming and dangerous.
