And then there were nine eight.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Seth is the Kelly Bensimon of Just Desserts. There was a moment during last night’s episode—somewhere between the shakes and the ambulance—that I thought to myself (much like I did during that train wreck dinner on Scary Island): This is just frightening now.
To recap: after learning that he wouldn’t be making his own ice cream for the sundae Quickfire, Seth launched into a nervous fit of rage like we had never seen before. He kept pacing, shaking and saying “weak sauce.” Things got even weirder in the back room, when he flat-out disappeared. Some minutes later, sirens blared (were they really loud enough to hear in that dungeon?), a stretcher was rolled out, and Seth confessed that he had had an anxiety attack. Producers wisely decided he wasn’t allowed to continue the competition, and off he went.
Now, as Danielle said, if you’re a human being with compassion, you have to feel for the guy, but at the same time, I’m still unsettled. We can’t be sure what demons are actually ticking in his head—too much nitrogen?—but from a TV standpoint, Seth was becoming as exhausting as he was boring.
“You have to be crazy to be a great artist so, I mean, I’m a little bit crazy I guess,” Seth said. Ah well then, I bid you adieu. May you and your Red Hots find peace elsewhere.
“I’m just ready to eat some ice cream, man!” a relieved Erika then told judge Johnny, who seems like the least warm person to have a pep talk with. For the Quickfire, Gale Gand, executive pastry chef at Chicago restaurant Tru, was on hand to judge the remaining eight contestants’ ice cream sundaes. They wouldn’t be making the ice cream themselves — okay, let’s not get back into that — but they’d be using Breyers ice cream. Did you know it was Breyers? Because it was Breyers. Thanks, advertisers! Must.buy.Breyers.
In the top were Zac’s “black forest is burning” deep-fried cherry vanilla sundae (with panko crumbs!) and Yigit’s peanut butter and s’mores cookie dessert, a very American choice for a Turk without much ice cream experience. But Morgan, who I now realize is the pastry equivalent of chef Todd English, claimed immunity for his tears an Oreo mint chocolate chip cookie that paid homage to his son, whom he only sees on Sundays. Sundaes on Sunday—get it? Somewhere, snow queen Tim is kicking himself for missing out on this challenge.
Last week’s Elimination winner, Eric, continued his inconsistent run with a poorly reviewed vanilla and sautéed peaches sundae. But Gail, you said he had good instincts! You lie!
And for an ultimate slap in the face, Gail ranked Danielle’s rocky road-meets-Neapolitan sundae in the bottom as well, which was probably for the best since I can’t see her cracking a smile, let alone running a cheery soda shop.
NEXT: Hang on, judges. Don’t pick this week’s evictee just yet!