Minicap: Hell’s Kitchen


 

Hell’s Kitchen is steeped in Southern charm this week, and Kimmie is the one to watch, of course, because she’s from Memphis. I think. You know, because she’s never once mentioned her heritage on this show, not ever, and we haven’t heard more about it than anything else about her. The challenge features grits, collards, and singing black people, to represent the regional flair Gordon is seeking. I love the lack of cultural stereotyping on this show. It’s so refreshing.

Dinner service gets changed up a bit with a special Southern menu, and Brian is, for some reason, put on the fish station AGAIN. These people never learn. Things go about as well as you’d expect, and there’s a lot of screaming, and drama, and RAWR everything, and people get kicked out left and right. We finish off the night with another nonsensical elimination, and I just don’t know about Gordon at this point. Oh well, at least I got to recap a damn dinner service for once. To see who screws up the worst, check out the full recap later this week. To read the last recap while you wait for that, chick here, and make sure to swing by PopePhilly’s recap of Tuesday’s episode. Thanks for dropping by!

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9 Comments

  1. 1
    sagittariuskim sagittariuskim
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 1:42 pm

    They got such basic easy dishes. I’m disappointed they didn’t get okra, or hamhocks, or chitlins, or something harder.

  2. 2
    PopePhilly PopePhilly
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 1:53 pm

    BlueCanary, I have a rant planned about elimination that is on the same level as your rant about Patrick’s elimination. I’m not so much mad about who went home, but the fact that Gordon was such a cocktease about who was being eliminated.

    Glad you finally got a dinner service to recap! I was starting to feel greedy.

  3. 3
    crankyguy crankyguy
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 1:56 pm

    Chitlins? Does ANY restaurant anywhere actually serve chitlins? I thought they were only eaten when people are so poor that they can’t afford to throw out any part of a carcass. I would just as soon eat pickled pig eyeballs.

  4. 4
    Andyourlittledogtoo
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 2:07 pm

    Well, at least now when people dog Barbie for basically breathing their air it won’t be the white trash southern girls which frankly made my skin crawl. Now it’ll just be a mean girls thing, which is much more palatable. No pun intended. Well, maybe intended. :)

    I’m sure Barbie has her faults and is imperfect, but the pure unabashed hatred and dismissive ‘she just doesn’t BELONG here’ rants spewed toward her is very uncomfortable to watch, especially when it’s done by pale trashy women with thick southern accents. There’s just too much history to overlook there, IMO. Good riddance to Tiffany and Kimmie, may they go back to the skeezy roadside diners they were born to cook in. And may I never stumble across them on a road trip.

    God. Dana. Stop YELLING. We can HEAR you.

    I almost choked when the gospel choir was revealed. Yes, let’s drive home ALL the stereotypes with a stake, shall we? Gordon, subtlety is not your strong suit.

    Looking forward to the full recap.

  5. 5
    sagittariuskim sagittariuskim
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 2:15 pm

    @crankyguy I don’t know. And I never had them, but I do have a memory of my Godmother cooking them when I was little. And watching these idiots suffer through that awful stench would have been very entertaining.

  6. 6
    BlueCanary
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 2:19 pm

    @crankyguy: Unfortunately, chitlins are still served to the public, and not just in the South. My husband tied some at a Chinese place in Seattle, and I think it’s safe to say he wasn’t happy with himself for daring to be adventurous. To avoid TMI, suffice to say they weren’t exactly well cleaned. TMIT translation: he could taste the leftover feces. Yeah, I think I’ll just leave those off the bucket list myself, thanks, unless I ever am just absolutely dirt poor starving, in which case I’m cleaning the hell out of them before they go anywhere near my mouth.

    @PopePhilly: I look forward to the rant! My attempt to ferret out their criteria for elimination went out the door with Patrick.

    @saggitaruiskim: They were pretty simple. It’s the first episode in which I can honestly say I know how to cook every single featured dish. That’s why it’s even harder to believe these yokels screwed it up so badly.

    @AYLDT: This show is steeped in stereotypes and racist expectations all around, and not just pertaining to Barbie. If I hear one more word about Clemenza and the expectations for his Italian heritage as related to pasta and tomatoes and stuff, I’m going to cry. By their rationale, Royce should be able to identify Summer’s Eve by scent alone with a 100% success rate.

  7. 7
    WishICouldDance
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 3:19 pm

    When Robyn was yelling “3 minutes” as she dropped the chicken even my husband, who knows that food comes from the kitchen and not much else, got worried. “That can’t be right?” Nope, that’s not right!! Robyn, you’re doing it WRONG! Remember the days when raw chicken was a certain ticket straight out the door?!? Ah, the good old days.

    I for one think a mass execution… Um, I mean, dismissal from the kitchen would have been appropriate!!

  8. 8
    Moli Moli
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 4:38 pm

    Wrong cook went home, they fudged up but…wrong cook Ramsey. Unfortunately every holiday I am subjected to chitlin’…oh the joys of having a large family:). I have never in my life tasted one simply because of a story my Mom told me as a child. She said my older brother looooved my Grandmother’s chitlins so much that she wanted to make them for him. She said as she was cleaning them she saw whole kernels of corn floating in the water; she hasn’t touched them since and we younger children never were allowed to eat them either. I am still missing the odd Barbie hate and how much did you LOVE the Barbie faces last night!

  9. 9
    Andyourlittledogtoo
    Posted July 24, 2012 at 5:30 pm

    Barbie makes the BEST faces! And she looked really lovely in her yellow dress at the Four Seasons, easily the classiest person at the table. Again, I have no idea who she really is as a person, but she certainly is handling herself better than most of those idiots.

    Three minutes for the chicken startled me too but I decided that she must have been talking about chicken she already had frying and not the piece she was just placing in the oil because even Robyn couldn’t think three minutes was going to cook it thoroughly enough. Plus, don’t they finish them off in the oven after the initial fry? I don’t but every cooking show I ever saw the chefs finish them off in the oven to finish cooking so I assumed that they do that in restaurants also. But of course, she kept coming up with undercooked chicken so I don’t know. Fried chicken is hard to time correctly unless you really know what you’re doing and I get the feeling she doesn’t cook that dish a lot so has no innate sense about it. I mean, once you get the hang of it it’s like riding a bicycle but if you aren’t used to it I can see being a dumbass about timing fried chicken. I don’t know. But no, three minutes isn’t going to do it.

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