Top Model says she remembered how much passion and excitement Beaker always showed, whether she won or lost, and says that in itself is memorable. It’s also called caffeine, Kristen!
Stoner Sheldon happens to have been given Season 4 (Chicago) and his moment is supposed to be about a terrible and flavorless beef carpaccio that was made by Spike “EvangelAss” Mendelsohn, but the far uglier and more memorable images from this episode have to do with…
and gangsta crotch
It finishes off with Jennifer Biesty doing that weird, dancey, ape-clapping thing and kicking a chair into the wall because her girlfriend Sarah McLachlan Zoi got booted from the show. Time to head out to the store! It’s there that we find out Blowsie has been assigned Season 1 (San Francisco) and fittingly enough, her moment involves lesbian rage, too…
only from a gay guy
This is where the famous “I’m not your bitch, bitch!” quote came from, and Blowsie tells us she’s had a few of those same kind of moments…
like, every other day
Blowsie says that sometimes you just have to let people know that you’re not their bitch, bitch! But apparently it’s okay to just be a raving bitch all the time, as long as your bitchness isn’t owned by someone else. Eh, it sounded much funnier when Gay Dave said it. Anyhow, the forgettable food that surrounded that quote was apparently some roast chicken with caramelized root vegetablezzzzzzzzzz.
Meanwhile, Lizzie Borden’s buying all the scallops that Central Market has to offer and tells us she used to work for Top Chef Masters alum Traci DesJardin, and one of her signature dishes just happened to be pan-seared scallops PLUS scillops ah niturally hilthy, so she’s all set, this is gonna be easy! Or so she thinks.
Now, I bet you guys think the product placement has been bad enough this episode, what with the plugs for Bladey Bob knives, Spindle Wires and Wealthy Choice meals. I fully agree, which is why it is just fucking jaw-dropping when the chefs head back to the Saliv-8 High Rise and this shit happens…
oh, now come ON
Do the Magical Elves really expect us to believe that nine (supposedly talented) people who make their living in the fine-dining industry are going to stoop to eating frozen microwaved meals of their own accord? I mean, unless they removed all other food from the High-Rise and left nothing but Wealthy Choices in the freezer, this just is way too hard to swallow. Much like Wealthy Choice’s food.
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