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MasterChef recap: What Happens in Vegas Steaks in Vegas

Sin City proves too much for one team during an entertaining challenge. And we say goodbye to two contestants this week.

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MasterChef

type:
TV Show
Current Status:
In Season
seasons:
6
run date:
07/27/10
broadcaster:
Fox
genre:
Reality TV

Our fun MasterChef family has decamped for Vegas, and Tommy’s never felt more at home: “It’s an overwhelming avalanche of glitz, glamour, and action; I blend right in.” However, we’re down one chef. “Dan had to leave and will no longer be a part of this competition,” Gordon Ramsay explains. “He’s fine and on his way home. Now, who’s feeling lucky?” I desperately want to know why Dan, a model/engineer (and favorite of some of you commenters), departed. Was there a family emergency? A crisis that only his modeling could right? An engineering fiasco? We may never know.

Anyway, the remaining cooks are posed a rhetorical question by the judges: In Las Vegas, who entertains the entertainers? Turns out, they will. For this team challenge, they’ve got to get 101 dinners out in two hours. Oof. Stephen and Shelly had the best dishes last week, so they’re the team captains for this challenge. Since Stephen edged out Shelly, he gets the choice of either picking his whole team first or picking a protein. The choices are lobster, which Gordon says can be tricky to replicate perfectly 101 times, or chicken, which is simpler to cook, but will have to be spruced up significantly to offset the ease of cooking. Tough choice for Stephen. “I want that lobster, but I don’t want Shelly to know that,” he tells us, then tries to act nonchalant in front of her but fails miserably.

Stephen’s thinking that using the ole noggin will be to his advantage. “Mind games are key,” he grins, adding that he will outplay Shelly. Stephen picks star players over star ingredients for one simple, and slightly cringeworthy, reason. “Shelly’s a single mom from Brooklyn. She’s going to pick something she cooks every day, which is chicken. I’m going to get my team and that lobster,” he says. Judging someone based on their socioeconomic background is certainly a strategy, and it’s one that—shockingly—works out to Stephen’s advantage. Shelly steps up, looking at the lobster a little sideways. “You know, I don’t come from a lot. But I know chicken,” she finally says. Stephen’s stoked and lets everyone know he just “Jedi mind tricked” Shelly, who is understandably sullen at this revelation.

Onto selecting teams. Shelly’s hoping Stephen doesn’t pick her “entire dream team,” but he does, and Amanda, Charlie, Jesse, Sarah, Olivia, Tommy, and Nick join him on the Red Team. Everyone else heads over to Shelly’s blue team. Chicken needs to be elegant, Shelly says, so she wants to do a “remoulade,” with saffron butter sauce. Derrick immediately interjects that the time constraints will not look favorably upon such a complicated dish, though Shelly vetoes him.

Stephen’s going to do a grilled lobster tail with smashed potatoes, which sounds yummy. His no nonsense approach and quick delegation has everyone on the Red Team feeling confident. His rallying speech concludes with “I’m going to piss you off, but if you believe in me, I will keep you out of the elimination challenge.” It’s good enough for everyone, and a few note they’d follow the guy off the side of the building, if that’s what he ordered. With that, the Red Team is off to a cracking start.

The Blue Team…not so much. With 15 minutes elapsed, the entire team is questioning the dish. Claudia’s baffled, Veronica’s irked, and Derrick’s upset because he knows he was right all along. You can’t pound out 101 chickens, stuff, roll, tie and cook them in the allotted time. But the best moment comes after Shelly explains her dish to Gordon, who immediately jumps all over her. “First, it’s a roulade, not a remoulade. Second, it’s way too complicated. You think you have the time for this? It’s going to take too long to cook with that stuffing,” he barks, before shaking his head like she’s a child who’s disappointed him yet again.

The entertainers arrive and you better believe they’re all costumed. There are shirtless Chippendales, monokini-ed show girls, magicians, and more. They stream in, all flashing pearly whites and batting eyelashes, but none of the cooks pay attention. Stephen’s too busy presenting his dish to the judges. His lobster and piccata sauce, smashed yukon golds with truffle butter, and veggies taste as delicious as they look. Gordon thinks if he can maintain this quality for all plates, he’ll do quite well.  

After Shelly’s presentation of her chicken, Gordon holds up a plate I probably wouldn’t serve to my dog. “This is what we’ve been given after 60 minutes?! We’re about to start service! Get your s–t together,” he yells. Shelly’s visibly overwhelmed, but there’s no time for that. Service has started and Stephen’s already sending plates out, running his kitchen like a well-oiled machine. Shelly slices a piece of chicken to discover it’s raw in the middle. They’ve yet to produce a single plate, and Gordon’s all over them. “How many portions do you have as of right now?” he snaps. Uh, zero. “How many are prepped? An array of numbers fly back at him. “69, 74. Ugh. Enough bingo. Get to work!” he commands.

On the Red Team, Tommy’s proving to be the weak link. His potato portions are oversized, sloppy, he’s not wiping the plates down and—gasp!—he’s using a dessert spoon to serve. (Perhaps someone can enlighten me in the comments as to why his spoon selection is an issue.) Gordon gets down on his eye level to asks if Tommy’s all right before threatening to throw him in the pool. Stephen recognizes things are going down mighty quickly and “fires” Tommy from the plating, demoting him to cooking the taters. “Don’t burn them,” Stephen orders. “I don’t burn food,” is Tommy’s sharp reply.

NEXT: He’s going to burn the potatoes…