Welcome to another week of Hell’s Kitchen, After completely boning up the last dinner service, during which they served their own menus, both teams had to send people up for elimination. Now Tiffany is gone, and everyone else is in the hot seat. Everyone. Some are safer than others, but the Blue team has pretty much fully turned against Robyn, which is no surprise. I mean, it’s no surprise to us—I’m sure she’ll be shocked when her name gets thrown in the hat for nominations (which it will). Justin and Brian will wait until they have no other option but to sell each other out, so Clemenza is always on guard, watching his own back be he for damn sure knows he can’t trust Robyn, no matter how much she tags along after him. On the Red team, only Christina seems safe—Kimmie and Dana have each made pretty big errors recently, and everyone seems to have it out for Barbie, whether she actually messes up or not.
We open this episode immediately after last week’s elimination, and Gordon sends them back to the dorms to stew in their own angst. Kimmie is sobbing about Tiffany leaving, and Dana of all people tried to make her feel better. That is literally the first nice thing I’ve seen out of her all season. Kimmie swears she’ll personally send Barbie home. Yes, because you’ve been so successful at doing that so far. Barbie’e been called to the front about seventeen times now, and she’s still there, so Kimmie’s going to have to come up with a better plan than whatever she’s been doing up until now.
Also, Tiffany’s departure has left a slot in the BFF section of Kimmie’s heart, and Robyn somehow slides right back into it, despite spending the last few episodes calling Kimmie a dumb, talentless, chickenshit bitch. It’s always nice to see displays of true, enduring friendship! But she’s barely finished confirming her and Kimmie’s truce before letting us know that she really doesn’t care about the Red team; she cares about herself. And the Blue team, of course, but we all know she threw that in for show. I think it’s safe to say she’d hamstring every last one of them if it came down to it. And honestly, that’s fine, but admit it, bitch. I am so sick of all the two-faced behavior on this show.
So seriously, just STOP.
So the next day Gordon is standing in front of a culinary map of America, which honestly looks like it was basted together by a fourteen-year-old girl the night before the 4-H submission deadline. Apparently this challenge is all about…Southern cuisine! And what better represents the South than a bunch of gospel-singing black people? Nothing! Because TV is nothing if not colorblind, and absolutely not racist at all. Especially FOX!
Nope, no cliches here!