Even the most legendary TV shows have fallen prey to the dreaded midseason slump—and it turns out that even a series as well-crafted as isn’t immune. Maybe it’s because season three lacks the propulsive drive of the previous chapter, when everyone was working toward a common goal on a tight deadline. But now that The Bear is up and running, the fire under the gang’s collective ass has dwindled to a low simmer.
Which leads us to the disjointed, meandering “Legacy,” an episode that’s as low-energy as its characters feel. Carmy is once again daydreaming about the good ol’ days with Claire (without actually reaching out to her); Sydney continues to be fed up with her creative partner’s inability to, y’know, partner with her creatively; and Richie’s dogged positivity has gone dark in the shadow of Ever’s imminent shutdown—not to mention Tiff and Frank’s upcoming nuptials. Meanwhile, actual expectant mom Natalie continues to play the role of surrogate mom to every adult at The Bear.
She’s there when Richie needs a pep talk, or when someone needs to bug Syd about signing the damn partnership agreement already (more on that later). But most of all, everyone is clamoring for her to restock the damn C-folds. For those who’ve never done food-service inventory, this is industry jargon for those pre-folded paper towels you find in every public restroom—and, apparently, every professional kitchen—in America.
Nat’s imminent delivery date is one of sever.
