He makes her taste it again before it goes out, and she makes Justin bring up more. The rest goes off without a hitch, and Barbie is up.
Gordon tells her to drive the service her way, and Barbie is off. But she’s yelling toward the dining room, and no one in the kitchen can hear her. Once that gets sorted out, there’re more issues with Dana and Justin communicating with each other, and she has to pull them off their stations and ream them. I love how Gordon is nodding along in the background. Scott brings up some ringer for the potatoes, and Barbie catches it immediately.
You can’t sneak celeria past this girl.
Christina’s up last, and things seem to be going well. Dana is actually speaking, but Gordon doesn’t like their buddy-buddy talk, and then Dana burns the cod. Gordon tells Christina she has to run the brigade, not let them run her. And then Dana undercooks the cod. And things just fall apart from there. The friendship is dying before our eyes, people! She finally gets the cod out, and Gordon swaps the spinach for arugula. That doesn’t fly, and you can see the pride waft off Gordon when Christina screams “Is that fucking arugula?!?”
Yes, that is fucking arugula. Nice catch!
Once service is complete, Gordon lines them up and tells them to get their asses upstairs and yell it out to decide who deserves to stay or go. Dana says no one stood out as bad, even though she herself fucked up the fish station, didn’t communicate, and missed her quality control test. The rest of them gently tell Dana all the ways in which she screwed up.
They line up in front of Gordon, and he informs them that he needs to hear why everyone should stay. The usual passion, motivation, growth, and dedication speeches commence, and Justin throws in some choice words about leadership. Christina makes herself a nice nest in Gordon’s ass, but no one actually nominates anyone else for departure. And then Gordon tells them that two will be leaving that night—the next challenge is the final challenge.
Who will stay and who will go?
So it’s down to this. And Barbie’s out. BOO!! FUCKING BOO, GORDON. I was rooting for her to go all the way. Gordon has plenty of nice things to say, and she’s gone. We get a couple of white trash Tiffany flashbacks, and I’m happy to say Barbie isn’t crying or screaming about injustice—she’s just positive and happy for the experience. Love her, love her faces.
I’ll miss you, Barbie! Best of luck!
Gordon is having a tough time with the remaining three, and says he can see all of them in the final. But one must go, and that person is: