Gordie asks who butchered the fish, and she holds it in for about 3 seconds hoping BR will own up. When he doesn’t, she points the finger. Bastage tells her he’s very disappointed in her for trying to duck out of the leadership role that she normally begs for. He says that when the shit hit the fan, she stopped wanting to be a leader and a team player and just tried to help herself. It’s probably fair criticism, but in fairness, it looked more to me like they were both trying to lead and ignoring each other. However, everything was on it. So, was that enough?
Last up is Stacey and DareDevil. They neither have a roll on their plate, nor have they actually fried their tempura. Also, their shrimp sushi is totally raw.
At least it’s easy to pick the winners…
Gordie tells us they were the highs, but there was one low point tonight. Well, I kinda saw two. But I guess he means one “lowest” point, which would be more accurate.
The losing team is….
DareDevil tells us she knows it’s them. Even SHE can see how bad their dish was. And, unfortunately, she’s right.
Gordie sends the other 4 upstairs, and he and the other two judges step outside. DareDevil takes the time to tell us that she’s frustrated because she had a better attitude, and kept her composure better, than Stacy. Then, the judges tell us Stacy is the one going home, and DareDevil breaks down and goes all “I’LL NEVER LET GO, JACK!! I’LL NEVER LET GO!!!”
I can’t say that I’m really sad to see her go, though I’ve definitely not been as irritated by her recently. I’d have PREFERRED the BR, but there’s always next time.
One thing about this show I really wish they’d do a better job informing us about is all the shit that apparently goes on when they’re not filming. It’s pretty obvious that there’s schooling and coaching (and apparently cookbook memorizing) going on, and people’s attitudes about each other seem to come out of nowhere or change on a whim. I don’t want them to SHOW what goes on, but it’d be nice if on occasion they referenced it. It’s like the opposite of the Truman Show.
Just once, I’d like one of the contestants to say something like “You know why I REALLY hated Flava Elevata? Because he got drunk last night and shit in my pillow.”