James is dressed like a Mexican stereotype, the mariachi band is ready for a night of authentic Mexican music, and the doors open to admit a bunch of white people. Barbie immediately abuses the mussels, and Danielle has to step in and help her. Guy isn’t doing any better, serving up both warm and cold tuna, when the tuna should be room temperature. He finally gets that right, and Barbie has likewise gotten it together, so both kitchens get the appetizers out without further incident.
Of course this can’t continue, and Dana puts some fish and meat on the same plate, which just sends Gordon into a frenzy.
“I didn’t do it.” –Everyone
No one will admit to it, which is hilarious, because it’s meat and fish, for fuck’s sake. Own up and move past it, people. Gordon wants to know if it was a ghost whodunit. Finally, Kimmie takes the blame and kicks everyone else off the meat station, but she and Dana keep yelling at each other until Tiffany tells everyone to shut the hell up. I’d feel worse for what Tiffany has to listen to if she wasn’t sort of responsible for the whole bad juju between them in the first place.
Guy continues to fuck up, ruining some meat, and Gordon yells at Patrick for not keep Guy’s leash on tight. Okay, I’m going to go ahead and call Patrick in the top two right now. He’s probably already signed the contract for Gordon Ramsay Steak. I just can’t think of any other reason Gordon has assigned him responsibility for everyone on his team if he didn’t want him to start practicing.
Don’t worry, Patrick, everyone has a derp face moment now and then.
There is RAWR pork in the Red kitchen, which is apparently the ultimate insult. Way to go, Danielle. Not that things are going better in the Blue kitchen. There’s more Guy/Patrick drama with some sliced steak, and he kicks them both out of the kitchen. Patrick is crying, like literally sobbing in his commentary. This failure thing is a new experience for him. It’s okay, Patrick, you’re not going anywhere. Guy fucked up worse than you, and Danielle has just gotten herself kicked out for more RAWR pork. Ditto for Justin and Clemenza. There are now almost more Blue team members in the back than in the kitchen, and Barbie and Tiffany join them posthaste for using a meat thermometer and burned potatoes, respectively. Burned chicken skin sends Royce back, and it’s only Brian and Roshni left in the Blue kitchen. Gordon swears on his children’s lives that they need to finish that goddamn table, and somehow they do it. Gordon almost seems disappointed that he doesn’t get to kill them. Do you feel redeemed now, Brian? Will you be shutting up?
“This dish towel is not as simple and sexy as I’d like. Because I like to bring it. The simplicity. And sex.”
The Red kitchen powers through it, and service actually gets finished, but Gordon is pissed. There’s more drama about the steak and fish on the same tray, and Gordon asks Patrick if he’s tired. Patrick says no. I say the correct answer would have been “yes, I’m tired of trying to lead to victory a bunch of morons who couldn’t sauté their way out of a fucking paper bag,” but it doesn’t matter. Gordon shames him in front of everyone and declares both teams to be wall-to-wall losers. Like that’s news. Both teams are dismissed to pick their nominees.
At Royce’s suggestion, everyone on the Blue team throws Patrick to the wolves and agree to nominate him and Guy. It’s not a happy scene, but there’s no yelling, which is more than I can say for the Red team. When Kimmie suggests nominating Barbie, Barbie argues, Kimmie starts yelling, and everyone just gets all grouchy. Robyn nominates Danielle for the pork snafu, and Dana drags Christina and Danielle into the bedroom to solidify their alliance. Things are getting all RW/RR Challenge up in here.