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Monti is last, and made a beef roll with curry and goat cheese (seriously you had me at beef roll with goat cheese). I’m not sure if this chick deserves the Hooch moniker. I want her to, but…man, I read through some of my old recaps to get back in the mood, and Hooch was CRAZY. Monti calling this a street fight isn’t enough, yet. If she gets to Hooch level crazy, she’s my only pony. That’ll be MY funny little prank.
Teddy makes Monti promise to continue cooking…she thinks she’s gone, and then pulls a 180 and sends her on.
Bubba and the other girl get axed. Bubba plays Dixie on his harmonica. The white people clap. The others are less amused.
Daredevil is the last of the second group from the third group. Well, she’ll get to see the MasterChef kitchen. Wait. No, no she won’t. She’ll get to be in the kitchen.
Ok, so the last four. The one guy who’s supposedly an opera singer, Rodney, Beautiful Rhinoceros, and someone else. Her voice hurts my ears, so I’m pretty sure she’s gone. Her eggplant wasn’t cooked through. Yeah, she’s fucked.
So, Gordie tells the opera singer that that dish was his swan song. Everyone looks around confused except the opera guy, who reluctantly hands over his apron. Annoying voice with the undercooked eggplant is also sent home.
So it comes to Rodney and BR. There’s only room for one of them. Rodney gets sent home.
Rodney does leave with the wisest words ever spoken on MasterChef “Well, I’m disappointed, but the decision was made by three guys who are better [at this] than me, so I’ll live with it.” What?!?
So, that was weird. Seriously, does FOX even care about this show? I mean, at all? 10 minutes of auditions that they couldn’t edit into the previous 2 episodes? There’s this hot Indian chick in a green dress that I only recognize from one of the montages, and another guy that looks like messin’ with sasquatch, and another few I’ve never even SEEN. Edgy might actually be the new Hooch, but I just don’t think I like her enough to bestow such an honor on her.
I miss Hooch. Almost as much as I miss Whitney Miller. I think I’m gonna call one of my ponies Whitney Miller Lite. See what I did there?
Ok, so, next up…Holy fuck me, are we at an official “What’s in the fuckin’ box?!?!?!” challenge? Only time will tell!!!