I have tried more times than I can count to watch Emeril Live all the way through and have never managed it. Between his stilted delivery and his overused and extremely stupid gimmicks (for god's sake, STOP HUMMING), he just reminds me of a large, pathetic kid trailing after the cool crowd going "Hey, look at me!! MEEEE!!!" Oaf is a perfect way of describing it. He is the Rupert Boneham of Food TV.
And for some reason, I always expect to see shirtless guys in the audience with green face paint and dorky hats/wigs, maybe with EMERIL painted on their chests. And the occasional cheesehead.
His "Bam"'s make me uncomfortable, they're way too ejaculatory-like for my comfort. Even more disturbing in that the audience always claps for his verbal orgasms.
And the constant moaning of "aw yeah, babe". The Emeril-sex association is just...ew. Like, please turn my brain to puree ew. I mean, the last thing I want to happen while I'm watching a food show is to become nauseated. But after about fifteen minutes tonight, I realized I was starting to develop a taste aversion to sauteed red snapper and had to turn the TV off. Blegh.