Oh Gasmii, what a treat. Hell’s Kitchen is back! And (for me at least) it doesn’t disappoint. This week’s Season 11 debut brought us back-to-back episodes jam-packed full of fun, food and a freakin’ lot of crazy! Let’s dive in shall we?
Episode 1 opens at 7am at LAX airport in Los Angeles. We’re introduced to some of the chefs as they gather their bags and start to meet each other. First up is Barret and his mohawk.
Barret, 35, Head Chef, Long Island, NY
Barret interviews that cooking is everything to him and it’s what he was born to do. Well that and your hair, eh Barret? He says he’s so incredulous to be on HK that he has to keep pinching himself so he knows it’s real and then demonstrates by pinching his face. I’m worried about this one. We’ll see how it shakes out.
Next we hear from Susan, the requisite “culinary student” for Season 11.
Susan, 29, Culinary Student, Orange County, CA
Susan interviews that even though she doesn’t have any experience she’s going to win anyway because she doesn’t do mediocre and she doesn’t do failure. I laugh heartily at her naive enthusiasm and wonder what a disaster she’ll be in the kitchen.
Next up is Nedra.
Nedra, 24, Kitchen Manager, Detroit, MI
Nedra (pronounced Neh-dra, not Knee-dra as I had suspected) hails from Detroit. Since I was born and raised (and lived much of my adult life) in the Detroit area, I feel like I get Nedra and I can’t wait to see what she’s going to do next, but good Lord would I never want to piss her off.
Nedra demonstrates the fine quality of a Detroit public school education when she informs us “I’m gonna knock the competition clean out the box!” Clean out the box is what I used to do when I had cats Nedra, not some kind of thinly veiled threat of violence in the name of winning at all costs.
All the contestants cram into the HK minibus, excited for the journey ahead. We next meet Grandpa Ray.
Ray, 51, Executive Chef, Boston, MA
Grandpa Ray interviews that he’s looking at the competition and they’re all half his age. By his surprise I’m guessing he’s never seen Hell’s Kitchen before, or any other reality competition show for that matter, so let me just spell it out for him: when you’re above a certain age you’re no longer demographically desirable and thus your likelihood of being selected for a reality show goes down considerably unless you do something really novel like marry a 16 year old (so gross) or wear red manties and tell everyone you’re a secret agent (pssst…it’s not secret if you tell everyone). Grandpa Ray should actually be really proud that he was chosen to be the old dude, no?
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