Mad Hungry 4-Piece Air Blade Knife Set
- You get a 7.25″ chef’s knife, a 7″ Santoku knife, a 5.75″ serrated utility knife, and a 6.25″ serrated bread slicer: who’s ready to cut some stuff?!?
- Full-tang carbon-steel triple-riveted quadruple-hyphenated blades
- Your choice of red or white handles, but aren’t they all really just shades of pink?
- Those big open spaces in the blades supposedly reduce friction… well, at the very least it makes the knives look kind of fancy or something so that’s cool
- Model: LSQABR, LSQABW (they don’t make much sense as acronyms, and don’t get us any good results on Google, but they did send us down a weird astrology rabbithole, so they get half a point for that)
If these blades could talk...
On the surface, this looks like a nice enough set of kitchen knives. The “AirBlade technology” - i.e., big open holes in the blades - purports to reduce friction on the blade, and certainly gives them a distinctive look. They’re full-tang, which is usually good. Otherwise, this appears to be a simple set of a 7.25″ chef’s knife, a 7″ Santoku knife, a 5.75″ serrated utility knife, and a 6.25″ serrated bread slicer.
But these knives have a past. They… know things.
See, Lucinda Scala Quinn, the cookbook author and chef who founded Mad Hungry, was once a high-up big deal in the Martha Stewart empire. If the supermarket tabloids and TV movies we’ve seen are at all accurate, it must have been wild.
The manic outbursts. The financial improprieties. The profanity-laced ultimatums. The dictatorial drive for absolute perfection. You can’t tell us the Felon Empress of gracious living wasn’t a crackling electric tornado of drama and madness. And that some of that drama doesn’t express itself, however obliquely, however abstractly, in these knives.
It’s right there in the name of the company: Mad Hungry. Unfortunately, it seems these knives do not give up their secrets easily. We’ve spent the last couple of nights with them in the warehouse, begging them for even a morsel of gossip. Just one flipped boardroom table, one quietly menacing voicemail, one face clawed by $750-manicure nails. Nothing. But hey, if you manage to get a word or two out of yours, pass it on, would you?