I remember the first time I saw Man vs Food on the Dave channel. It was a warm, summer evening, about two years ago, when I flicked on the telly to avoid doing some ironing. And I ended up transfixed, as Adam Richman single-handedly wolfed down pizzas, burgers, plates of oysters and burritos that would comfortably feed a family of six. It was funny. It was, in a way, fascinating. He sat, tears streaming down his swollen, red cheeks as he tried to finish 'the hottest wings in the world', while fellow diners whooped and cheered and took it in turns to kiss him on the cheek.