Once all the crap is inside, Andi gives the Red team some busy work. They have to grind a ton of peppercorns using a mortar and pestle, drain and refill the fryers, and peel potatoes. They get to that and Dana gets pepper in her eye. The Blue team returns, all tanned and happy, and just get some death glares. They don’t care, though.
At the end of the day, when they’re all exhausted and finally ready to relax, Gordon has one more delivery for them. Turns out to be a small box, addressed to everyone. They all get super worked up, and it turns out to be a video message from Gordon informing them that the dinner service tomorrow will be a Red vs. Blue original menu. They have an hour to plan a menu with three appetizers, three entrees, and three desserts. Oh no, not desserts! Not a single fucking chef I’ve ever seen on any of these cooking show challenges knows how to make dessert, for some reason. It’s always the most dreaded, intimidating challenge.
They start planning, and of course the Red team is physically incapable of having a conversation without someone getting bitchy, intimidated, or butthurt. In this case, Kimmie once again feels like no one listens to her. They’re all talking over her, she says, and the menu doesn’t reflect her opinions. Christina says they have to stay away from fried food, which means yeah, Kimmie’s opinions are for shit.
On the Blue team, Robyn’s ideas are also getting shot down left and right. Justin says she doesn’t have any real sense of fine dining, which makes Justin one of the more perceptive people on the show.
What do you mean? Green bean casserole with Ritz cracker topping is high class!
Justin and Brian are in sync with the menu planning, and kind of leave Clemenza and Robyn out of things. Granted, Robyn’s idea of making a seafood-based molded salad sounds horrible, and Justin says it’s right out of the 80s. I can see his point, BUT! BUT! No one sporting a RATTAIL needs to be saying a single damn whispered word about anyone else being stuck in the 80s. Do I make myself clear, JUSTIN?!?
Exhibit R. R for rattail.
Anyway, semantics are causing more problems on the Red team when the girls want to use Kimmie’s barbecue sauce but change the name to something more sophisticated and befitting the fine dining experience. I guess that doesn’t wash with Kimmie, because she’s still all disgruntled. She gets to make the sauce according to her own exact recipe. They’ll call it by another name, but it’ll be the same stuff and taste just as good as she wants to make it. Jesus, can we work together for a second or two? Shakespeare covered this conundrum centuries ago, Kimmie.
Not that you’re familiar with Shakespeare.