Television program! Redeem thyself!
I wanted so badly for tonight’s continuation ofHell’s Kitchen to be a return to its former donkeylicious glory, pepperpots, but eh. It was okay. Kind of uneventful after the first few moments, when fireworks were still flying from Matt’s transfer to the women’s team last week. ”You put me out there to dry!” he bellowed at Ben, before going back into his room to rustle through some plastic bags. ”He’s a nutjob,” Ben responded, claiming the women didn’t have an inkling what they were in for. Frankly, the women seemed to have a decent handle on the situation. ”It’s not fair!” said Corey. Everyone pretty much gave the portly birdman a day or two to live, and then it was morning, and the challenge was upon us.
Chef Ramsay, always thoughtful, had gotten up early to cook three dishes for the cheflings: chicken parm, beef stew, and ravioli. All three dishes were missing one crucial ingredient, and he asked them to name what it was. Despite Louross’s constant assertions that someone had left out the salt and pepper (uh, that’s why it’s on the tables, dear), the big shocker turned out to be that each dish was devoid of meat. Yes, Chef Ramsay had secretly replaced the flesh in the cheflings’ awkward breakfast with soy. (Not cat, as Matt suggested, thereby fulfilling his weekly vomit-induction quota. Not that he ever ate cat before.)
So Ramsay was now disgusted with everyone, but it was time for the annual blind taste test anyway. The women basically cleaned up, as Petrozza thought nectarine was pineapple, Louross couldn’t ID turnip (despite Petrozza’s having planted the idea in everyone’s head by misidentifying sweet potato in the previous round), and Bobby missed truffles (hey, if he hasn’t been on a boat…). So the girls took a commanding lead into the final battle, where Matt and Ben strode to the plate to name all 10 ingredients in the clam chowder before them. Given the men’s massive point deficit, it mostly came down to Matt hanging in there, which he did, and the challenge was won. Matt got hugs, Ben was speechless, and the dudes were sent to clean the dorms.
Meanwhile, the women (we’ll include Matt in that term, even without the aid of a push-up bra) were given spa treatments out on the deck. They lounged about in their robes, getting what Bobby called ”therapeutic-rub kinda things” and drinking champagne. Matt opted for the chocolate facial (”Don’t eat it, Matt,” Jen helpfully told him), and Ben had to snarkily serve everyone iced tea. Also, the women straight up told Matt to his face that he was the next to go. After all the supposed manipulation and Survivor-esque game play, this was maybe the most direct statement of the season.
NEXT: Shellfish concerns