Brian says Eddie is an idea man, who just brings every whim to them and expects them to put in the work to realize whatever notion he latches on to. Eddie even basically admits he knows Brian won’t say no. Eddie think of himself as a visionary who brings the staff ideas, but what he really means is that he just shows up every now and then with a vague fever dream that he will then expect to see put into action, whether it’s a good one or not.
Who’s the asshole in this scenario? Brian knows!
Gordon gives a little pop quiz, which everyone fails: Who’s the most important person at the Keating? Everyone says Eddie, Eddie says Sandra, and Gordon tells them all to eat shit—the most important people are the guests. He then collars Eddie and makes him and Sandra meet a bunch of guests and listen to them bitch. These are people, some of whom are paying close to a grand a night, just let him have it. The rooms stink and are badly designed; the stuff is low quality; there’s nowhere to sit and eat the terrible food. Some guests even complain about overcharging, skipped amenities. No one would return, surprise, surprise. Eddie starts to see Gordon’s point, and Sandra makes a general apology to the room.
After that little wake-up call, Gordon shows up in the kitchen in his chef jacket to rekindle Brian’s soul via scallops. That always works. Brian is literally dancing around the kitchen, then starts openly weeping when he tastes the food. Gordon encourages him to express himself via his cooking, and stand up to Eddie and his douchebag ways. Brian will be fine if he grows a backbone and eases up on the tears.
I always expect Gordon to start screaming whenever he’s around food. I think I watch too much Hell’s Kitchen.
Things seem to be moving forward, but first! Jacuzzi time. You knew when you saw that Jacuzzi that the pixilated Gordy-bum wasn’t far behind.
Sure enough, he appears in a bargain bin Hugh Hefner-style robe, drops it to the floor, and takes a ridiculous looking soak in that eyesore of a tub. I guess Nude Gordon Backside is the central theme of this new series. Any complaints? No? Didn’t think so. Fox knows its audience.
The morning of truth arrives, and Gordon shows Eddie and the staff his changes. Holy shit, where did all that red go? That’s gotta be at least a few thousand dollars worth of primer just to cover it, then a foot thick application of white paint. He’s even got a series of photographs spelling out “Welcome to the Keating” in hands.
There’s another series behind the concierge desk that reads “fuck my life.”