LAST EDITED ON 06-21-06 AT 11:54 PM (EST)
Hell's Kitchen 2.3
Squash the Greasy Potato
The 3rd episode begins with a bunch of recrap about the 12 chefs arriving by bus to impress World Class Top Chef Gordon Ramsey. They came from all walks of life. Read: We found the biggest losers (not to be confused with that reality show about weight loss competition, but some of them most of the men could stand to lose some weight) to ever burn boiled water. The winner will become the Executive Chef of a restaurant in the brand new billion dollar Red Rock Vegas resort.
After Gabe's Exit
Everyone leaves the kitchen talking about the Gabe's unexpected dismissal.
"We gotta study harder than the girls, man."
Tom, clueless as ever: " I think Chef Ramsay wouldn't mind seeing me win it. One for the old guys, you know?"
The girls agree in their quarters that it was nuts. They could not believe what just happened.
Rachel, to camera: Just because you're not nominated, no longer means that you're safe.
Well, Rach, it's Gordon's choice when it all comes down to it, so how is that so shocking?
Maribel thought it was like a soap opera. Huh? Let me ask you, Maribel, do you wear purple pants and a hairnet when you work as a "Cafeteria Chef". ~waves to Buggy~
The next day
6;15 AM - Everyone assembles together, except Sara, who is taking a shower. the girls ask Heather about her bandages.
*ring*
Tom's big fat stomach answers the silvergirl desk phone.
(laughing) "Hello." (Tom's stomach is really jolly, like Santa Claus.)
"Who's that?"
"This is Tom's stomach. Who's this?"
"This is Satan. Get everyone out of bed now, you big fat stomach. I want everyone in the dining room, now. Move your Tom."
The stomach hangs up the phone, and drags Tom around the suite, telling everyone, "Let's go, let's go, let's go."
By 6:20 AM, 4 minutes after the phone call, everyone is in the dining room except Sara.
Sara: I got out of the shower and there's not a body in sight. Nobody waited for anybody and I just thought that was tacky.
At 6:24 AM, Sara makes it running into the dining room, somewhat embarrassed, so she laughs a little.
Gordon: It took 7 or 8 minutes to get you all out here. It would be nice to see some form of team stability. There's been 2 dinner services so fahr (his pronunciation, not a typo) and on both services, the same mistakes.
Cut to footage of Gordon asking, "How long" and "Why is everyone answering?"
Today's Challenge
GR: Two crucial elements in any team, in any kitchen, in any restaurant, are communication and timing. Today's challenge is very simple. Each team are going to be cooking 3 entrees from the existing menu. There is nothing complicated. One last thing - there is only going to be one pehrson (pronunciation, again) from each team in the kitchen at a time.
Ladies.
Yes, Chef.
Decide amongst yourselves who's gonna sit out this challenge, so there's four against four. Let's go.
Heather, 25, Sous Chef: I didn't want to screw up today because of my hand.
Who's gonna sit out?
Heather: I wanna get out first, guys. Only because I want it to be perfect for tomorrow.
Sara, 31, Deli Manager, wearing tiara (I swear it looks like one): Princess Heather made it seem like her whole hand was falling off. Talk about playing the victim card. it wasn't that big of a deal.
GR: Can I have the first pehrson from each team in the kitchen now?
Narrator: In this three entree relay, one person from each team will have 5 minutes in the kitchen before the next chef takes over.
GR: The first one is the chicken. The second one is the tortellini. The third one is the salmon. Is that clear?
sTOMache and Vixenina: Yes, Chef.
Narrator: The others must wait to find out what entrees they'll be cooking.
GR, looking at watch: 20 minutes, starting from now! Go!
Narrator: The goal is to have all entrees completed within 20 minutes and, not surprisingly, each has a different cooking time.
GR: Move your bum. (Okay, he doesn't say bum, but I don't feel like bypassing the censoring software.)
sTOMache, finding some tortellini on the shelf: Yes!
Narrator: Tom has found some tortellini that is already prepared. Virginia starts making her tortellini from scratch.
GR: You've got to make fresh tortellini, yes? Everything's here for the tortellini, Tom.
sTOMache, 43, Former Stockyard animal: My bad. Don't I look stupid right now.
GR: Did you honestly think I was going to let you come in and get old tortellini and drop it into the *bleep*ing water?
GR: Switch! *claps hands* Next! Move your bum, Giacomo! Let's go!
Narrator: Each chef has just 15 seconds to relay essential information to their teammate.
sTOMache, to GeeIneedacomb-o: Gotta finish making the tortellini. Chicken's gotta come out in 2 minutes.
GeeIneedacomb-o: What's the third entree?
sTOMache: Salmon.
Vixenina, to Rachel: It's tortelli, chicken, salmon. Give me a second. Chicken is in there. Tortellini is made. I made two extra.
N: Both teams had a successful exchange of information. Giacomo finishes making the tortellini while Rachel is preparing the sauce for the salmon.
GR: And we're still on the tortellini.
GeeIneedashave, 21, Pizza Maker: When I got done, the tortellini was ready to go for those guys.
GR: Switch!
N: NExt into the kitchen are Keith and Maribel.
GeeIneedacomb-0, to Keith: Tortellini's ready to go. Pans are hot. Salmon's right here.
GR: Let's go!
Rachel, to Maribel: Tortellinis, Salmon, chicken.
GR: *claps hands* Out!
Maribel: She was explaining the things to me. I only heard two.
Narrator: Maribel has no idea that what's she's missing is the tortellini in the pot right in front of her, so she only works on the chicken and the salmon entrees. Meanwhile, Keith, oddly begins a second batch of tortellini, despite being clearly told it was already done by Giacomo.
GR: Aren't the tortellini done yet.
Keith: I thought they were done.
Giacomo: I told Keith the tortellini is there, ready to go in the water. I spoke to be heard with Keith. He should have been listening a little harder if he didn't understand what the things were.
Meanwhile, Heather is whispering to Sara: Work your bum off. Really just move.
Sara, to camera: Are you kidding me? Don't spew *bleep* on me. Like, right back at ya.
GR: Something is burning, Maribel.
Maribel, 31, cafeteria chef, to camera: Something is messed up. Oh, my God. I don't know what that third thing is. I'm looking through the ovens and I'm looking everywhere.
GR: And switch! Last pehrson, in!
It's now up to Sara and Garrett to finish off the entrees.
Keith: All right, Garrett, tortellinis, finish them real quick and in this, can you get chorizo sausage?
Maribel, to Sara: She didn't get a chance to tell me what the third thing was. The peas are...
Sara: What is the third thing?
Sara, to camera: Maribel went like this - *holds up hands* and I said, "Okay!"
Narrator: Tortellini continues to torment both teams. Thanks to Maribel, Sara has no idea tortellini is even one of the entrees. Meanwhile, Garrett has misunderstood Keith and begins yet another batch of tortellini.
GeeIneedacomb-o: Every single person in our group made tortellinis.
GR: Start thinking about getting some food on the plates.
Sara: Yes, Chef.
GR: I never seen you move so fast. 30 seconds to go!
Garrett: I couldn't find any tomato sauce for the tortellinis.
GR: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Get it on the hotplates. *looking at women's food* Tortellini?
Sara: No, Chef.
GR: Simplest dish.
Sara: Yes, Chef.
sTOMache: When Garrett brought the three plates out and the girls only had 2, I was, like, YES! We got it!
GR: So, Blue Team, tortellinis, sadly, no sauce.
Tom gets a dressing down from Gordon for slouching like a fat slob, and tells the camera Gordon wouldn't want to get into a street fight with him. Huh?
Gordon tastes the two teams dishes. He likes the Red Team's chicken dish, and the Blue Team burnt their lettuce and had no sauce on the chicken. After tasting the salmon, he declares the Red Team the winners. The Blue Team's salmon was missing the bacon, the sauce, and the tarragon.
Garrett, 27, Former Prison Chef: I'm sick and tired of losing. At this point, honestly, I would rather be on the girl's team.
GR: Each and every day in a restaurant, it generates a lot of laundry.
The losing Blue Team will be washing, ironing, and pressing all the laundry.
The girl's go to get ready for their outing, dancing and celebrating their victory, while Tom laments that women do laundry better than men. He's spewing venom, which is one of the reasons he's so lousy at doing laundry. He should be spewing Spray and Wash.
The women go down to Marina del Rey to a yacht, while the boys try to wash laundry with washboards. sTOMache doesn't want to use a washboard. I think he's jealous of the washboard's abs.
The girls are enjoying the sun in their bikinis after saying goodbye to Chef Ramsay. Virginia, that sly vixen, throws in a flirtatious, "Miss me." to a blushing Gordon just before his departure.
The boys are discussing food prep as they work through the laundry duties. The girls come home and brag about being on the yacht. Garrett complains that women should have dinner ready for their men when they come home from jail work. His comment set Heather off on a tangent to the girls about how sexist that is. She confronts Garrett in his room, but basically whimps out after exchanging *bleeps* with him. She swears he'll be the next to go, even though she won't have any say in who goes on the Blue Team.
Garrett tells the boys, blah, blah, blah, they're making this about gender, yada, yada, yada, we're the Bowery Boys.
The men get an early start on prep work, while the women are waiting on a homesick Maribel.
Scott, to the Blue Team: It will be pretty bad if you guys lost tonight.
Garrett: Won't happen.
*cue ominous music*
After the teams do their prep work, Chef Ramsey reminds them that it's their third opening and the purpose should be to get all their tickets out tonight.
Opening, 7 PM
Cars full of people show up for the free food. How long will they wait for entrees tonight? Will anyone ever get dessert?
Sara and Keith are doing appetizers for their teams. Keith is seen eating off the spoon by one of the restaurant patrons. Gordon tells him to handle the food with a ladle, and to pull his pants up a little.
Keith, to camera: I wear my underwear up high and my pants low, because that's how I rock 'em. The customer didn't see my *bleep* because there's no chance they did because you can ask anybody how I rock 'em. And that's it.
I guess you have to be from Jersey to unnerstan that, just don't ask me how Keith rocks 'em.
Garrett, the jail bird, starts whistling, which irritates Ramsay, who asks him to stop whistling.
Heather bosses Sara around, and Sara resents it. When Chef Ramsay asks how long, both Sara and Heather answer. Chef Ramsay calls Heather down for answering when it's Sara's call, and Sara smiles with satisfaction, while Heather gets that sad face you see sometimes on crying baby dolls.
GeeIwantacomb-o doesn't understand why his oven is cold. Scott gets to *bleep* yell at him at first, and then Ramsay gets to finish the job.
GeeIwantaclue-o: I want to make him happy, and it's really tough to do that.
Huh? How hard is it to turn on the oven? Didn't you used to make pizzas? I guess someone else at the pizza place turned it on for you.
Chef yells at Garrett once more about his whistling. Garrett claims it will be the last time, and starts to hum instead.
Ramsay chastises Heather for her watery sauce, and asks for perfection. We see Sara smile again. Final 2, maybe?
Keith asks Tom for more tomato sauce to complete the appetizers, then someone else finds some sauce already made. Ramsay asks Tom why he is making tomato sauce, Tom says Keith asked for it, and then Keith says he doesn't need it, making Tom look foolish.
Ramsay yells at GeeIwishIwassomewhereelse for lying about ducks. It's one of the worst nights GeeIneedacomb-o has ever had, and it's brought Chef Ramsay to the breaking point, so he switches everyone around.
Keith says GeeIneedawhackinthehead overcooked everything, which is hard to do when you don't even know how to turn on an oven. When Keith asks Geeman for the beef wellington, he says they were too well done, and he had to throw them away.
sTOMache burns his hand, and starts to moan and whine. He and Keith get into an argument about the burnt hand, and then the tomato sauce.
Diners at the Blue tables have been waiting for 2 hours for their entrees, while the Red Team has successfully served half of their entrees. The most popular entree has been the Lamb Wellington, which has put pressure on the meat station.
Heather tells Maribel they need 8 Wellington, but Maribel only has 6 cooking. Maribel has to tell Ramsay, who is understandably not happy. He tells her to make them fresh, since they have lamb and pastry.
Tom is still moaning about his burnt hand. Ramsay asks him if he needs an ambulance, and then calls him a drama queen. The Blues have run out of mashed potatoes, and Chef Ramsay is frustrated at Tom for giving up.
A Red table walks out, after waiting too long for their Wellingtons, thanks to Maribel. Chef Ramsay yells at Maribel for giving up too easily.
The dinner service is shut down, and Chef decides Sara was the best performer, and blames Maribel for not completing the Red Team's service. He tells Giacomo and Tom they didn't perform well, and tells each of the men to nominate one person from their team for elimination.
Giacomo wants to stay and make his family proud. Tom says he's not going to lobby, because if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.
The Elimination
Tom nominates Giacomo because of the cold oven, GeeIneedacomb nominates Tom because he's a loose cannon, Garrett nominates Tom, and Keith picks his boy Jersey, Tom, because he needs someone on his team who won't give up.
Chef Ramsay asks Tom and Giacomo to step forward.
GR: Giacomo, you have 10 seconds to tell me why you should stay in Hell's Kitchen.
GeeIneedawriterforthis: Chef, I will learn from my mistakes. I will do everything in my power for the team. I will dig deeper than I ever have before in my life to find out who I am. I will make a better pizza with the very best ingredients and toppings.
Chef: Tom, why should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Tom: I'm the smartest, sharpest guy here. I'm not the best cook, Chef.
After a few seconds of deliberation and thought, Chef Ramsay tells GeeIneedalife to take his jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen.
GR: If you can't turn an oven on, you've got no chance running your own kitchen.
GeeIwishIhadturnedthatovenon, to the camera: I made one big mistake and I wish I could fix that. You gotta pay the piper.
Chef to Tom: You dodged another bullet again.
Tom: Thank you, Chef.
GR: Don't thank me. Thank Giacomo for being worse.
Giacomo's jacket gets ripped and his picture burns up.
Next time: PB and J sandwiches, Hell's Kitchen Kindergarten, more drama than ever before! Don't miss it!
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