Sandra takes Gordon around the hotel and shows him the crappy laundry setup. The concierge and management staff apparently does all this stuff themselves because there’s no maid staff. She says everything is pretty much done Eddie’s way around there, and no one else gets a say. That doesn’t stop Gordon from shaming her and making her cry, though.
He leaves Sandra wiping away tears and heads over to the restaurant to eat, hoping the food on site will be better than the room service. He meets our man Dave, who doesn’t even attempt to pretend the place doesn’t suck. His candid attitude kills me, and even surprises Gordon.
Apathy has a name, and that name is Dave.
He orders a bunch of stuff, plus a Chocolate Pig, which is a chocolate, strawberry, and bacon dessert pizza. Yikes. I can’t figure out if that’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard or the most intriguing. The brick chicken is horrible, a fact Dave readily confirms, and the rest isn’t any better. That pizza arrives, and Gordon says it looks like someone wiped their ass with it. I guess Gordon usually shits strawberries? He can’t even finish chewing it.
They take him back to meet Brian, the old hippie chef who clearly hates his life. He wasn’t even the one cooking for Gordon, and when Gordon wants to know why the hell he was served food prepared by someone other than the executive chef, Brian informs him that he wants Gordon to see how things usually run, because he wants things to change. He’s been cooking for over 30 years, and this current job is killing his soul.
Aw, he’s even wearing a scrunchie in his braid.
I love those old, soft-hearted hippie men. They’re this great combination of totally sensitive and not giving a fuck. In the middle of talking to Gordon though, Brian just passes out. What the hey? Was that real, or did he fake it to get out of the reaming he knew was likely on its way? Gordon has someone call 911 and tries to keep Brian alive with wet towels and profanity.
I wonder if the paramedics were surprised to walk in and see Gordon Ramsay just standing around, barking orders.
Then we have our oh-hell-no moment of the episode: Eddie blames Gordon for stressing Brian out and causing the fainting spell. Gordon is not having that in the least, and jumps right up his ass. He says Eddie is like a spoiled magpie, picking up bits of glitter and throwing them at the hotel. I love the little pecking hand gestures he uses to illustrate his point.
Tread carefully, Eddie.
The next day, Gordon goes to Brian’s house for an off-camera chat. It’s not off-mic, though, and we hear Brian say that Eddie takes advantage of his good nature, because he knows Brian won’t tell him no. Gordon tells him to come back that day under his own terms, not Eddie’s. Which means Gordon’s terms, really, but who cares. Gordon gathers Eddie and the staff, and they have the roundtable sit-down. Sandra says there aren’t enough resources, and Aaron says Eddie’s the one who arranged things that way. Eddie makes a very contradictory remark, to the tune of he’s the owner and it’s their job to make his instructions happen. Yeah, Eddie, but it’s your job to pay for and supply the proper tools for them to do that. Blowhard.