I can't imagine a more incongruous guest for yakfest The View than the godmother of all things sustainorganica, Alice Waters. I also can't sum up why it's so surreal (well, surreal to a food person, anyway), so I'll quote from the Amateur Gourmet's take on Ms. Waters's appearance:

"But you can get all this in a normal grocery store?" spat Joy, clearly uncomfortable around this weird Berkeley hippie.

You couldn't find two women more different than Joy Behar and Alice Waters. One ballsy and brash, the other dainty and delicate. Did Joy understand who Alice was, her significance, the impact she's had on food and the way we eat? I wasn't quite sure and then, when Alice was showing off the chicken she'd roasted, my worst fears were confirmed. Joy asked, "Can't you shove a beer can in the chicken's vagina and cook it that way?"

But more important is the Amateur Gourmet's takeaway on Waters's guest spot: "In her own way, Joy Behar was the perfect foil for Alice Waters: no coddling, no ring-kissing. Just crass reality in the face of lofty idealism. Between the two, the answer lies."