First, admin matters
Who will work with the blue team?
Teams are uneven
Jen volunteers fast
“If I can cook there, I’m gold”
Can she walk the walk?
Now for team challenge
Use ingredients just once
But use all twenty
Same shit as always
Red team communicates well
Blue team, not so much
Jen grabs everything
A team player she is not
Not what the Blues want
Matt chose pancetta
He cuts off his finger tip!!
Footage disgusting
Crap! Where’s the finger?
Ew! Had to be chopping meat.
Thanks, guys, I’m eating.
Down to the wire
Louross has cooked everything
Fails to plate his veal
Chef’s ready to judge
“Jen: Did you work well as team?”
“Oh yes, Chef!” Liar!
Louross has blown this
Blue team’s loss automatic
Shame, Chef liked his dish
Such a crushing loss
Blues must wash linens BY HAND
Jen throws a tantrum
The Reds get spoiled
Makeup, photo shoot, the works
US Weekly spread
Three things Jen is not:
Mature, classy, good loser
Can’t shrug off the loss
Chip on her shoulder
Jen’s bad attitude just sucks
Taunts “Dumbass” Louross
Meanwhile the Reds
Are cleaning up pretty good
Thank god for makeup
Rosann’s getting old
“My daawta would be so prowwd”
Brooklyn accent grates
Dinner service twist
Critics Zagat and Gayot
Will judge the winner
Matt’s rejoined the group
Should have taken vicodin
Cooks with massive pain
Chef’s tirades begin
Matt’s beef suffers from shrinkage
Christina annoys
“Christina, SHUT UP!”
“I mean it, you lazy cow!”
Ah, the British barbs
Petrozza feels heat
Premature beef cuts – a sin
His juice seeps out (Ha!)
Rosann as always
Can’t cook, wastes ingredients
Utter disaster
Louross gets high praise
Chef decrees his fish Perfect!
Great big shitty grin
The red team’s thrown out
Jen’s thrilled to pick up their slack
Matt cries, Corey cries
The blue team: success!
Comment cards are opposite
Of Red team’s slop job
Jen’s hyena laugh
No gracious winner either
Best revenge: success
Chef calls Corey out
She was the best of the worst
Must choose one from team
Corey can’t decide
She’d put all three of them up
Selects Rosann (duh!)
Chef Ramsey says no
All but Corey come forward
All deserve the chop
But it’s Rosann’s time
Back to Brooklyn and daawta
My ears are quite pleased
Ramsey’s parting words:
If size of mouth meant talent,
Rosann: master chef
We’ve survived again
Through chopped fingers, bad cooking
Talentless non-cooks
Seven still remain
Why am I watching again?
This ain’t no Top Chef
