Right, because President Obama has clearly never had a fucking Big Mac or anything. I wouldn’t be too stunned to hear that in his younger, less political days, Barack headed up to the Weiner Circle for a hot dog, or to Al’s for an Italian Beef sandwich, and no one would be shitting themselves over that.
Becky states that Barack Obama has good taste. TG agrees. Good lord, seriously guys.
TG tells the rest of them, like he told Josh, that if they want to try to improve upon his dish, they’re more than welcome to.
“It would be totally stupid to try to add to Graham’s dish…the dude is, like, amazeballs.”
What. The. Fuck. I thought….I thought I had the market cornered on that word. I don’t even know what to think right now. It’s like I just got ripped out of the matrix to see the cruel, bleak world I actually exist in.
Gordie tells them they have 30 minutes to become the next Graham Elliot. BETTER START EATING, GUYS!!!! He also reminds them that at the end of this, there will only be 4 left.
WH immediately freaks out that they only get 30 minutes. Funny thing about this dish…there’s not really any actual cooking involved, so…
So the remaining minis run into the kitchen to get their ingredients while Josh sits in the back, all smug-like. When the come back, the judges are blown away that DareDevil was able to grab all the correct ingredients.
Bastage, meanwhile, is blown away that Josh thinks he can improve TG’s dish.
“That’s pretty bold…” by which he means “You stupid fucking asshole….”
Josh is convinced that his method is going to separate him from the remainder of the minis…in a good way…
At the halfway point, Gordie tells everyone to pick up the pace. Gordie stops by Becky and asks who she wants to see leave. She says Frank is her biggest competition, so she wants him gone. Bastage asks Frank if he’s improving the dish, and he says “no, I’m not a maroon.” He tells Bastage that he thinks that the person who goes home is the one who tries to improve the dish.
Coming down the stretch, suddenly it seems like knife skills are going to be the determining factor. WH is slicing off ham-sized chunks of tuna, while Josh is trying to slice his sashimi with a small filleting knife, and is ripping it to shreds because the knife is outclassed. This is actually kind of hard to watch.
With three minutes left, Josh and WH are the two in the danger zone. WH hasn’t even started frying her plantains. WTF has she been doing for 30 minutes?!?
It’s super intense. Everyone is running around like heads with their chickens cut off!!! Dear lord, what will the result of these tribulations be?!?