Hey there Gasmii! Hell’s Kitchen returns for it’s 11th season and it looks like it’s going to be so much fun! I’m hard at work on the full recap but until then here’s basically what happened last night.
First we see all the comptetitors arriving at LAX where they board the Hell’s Kitchen minibus…only to return to the airport. Wha huh? It seems this season the chefs will prepare and serve their signature dishes in fabulous sunny Las Vegas!
After the quick flight, the chefs take a sightseeing tour down the Strip in an open-air double decker bus, eventually arriving at Caesar’s Palace where they learn they’ll be cooking NOW, in front of a LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE!
How Iron Chef/Most Recent Top Chef Finale of you, HK.
The chefs overcome obstacles such as an overly crowded kitchen, jet lag and wedge heels to prepare their dishes.
There are more chefs this season than in any past season – 10 women and 10 men. As usual, they are divided by gender into the Red Team (the ladies) and the Blue Team (the men). They present their signature dishes to his eminence, Chef Gordon Ramsey (who will be referred to as CGR unless a better name emerges), in the classic head-to-head style, with the chef having the better of the two dishes earning a point for their team.
The chefs are rightfully apprehensive, given that they’ve had 10 prior seasons to see CGR’s cringe-inducing critiques. One chef tries to run offstage with his dish to avoid the inevitable beat down. Another asks for a moment to pray, using the time to plead “Lord, please don’t let Chef bust my balls.” Moving.
Two by two they present their dishes, eliciting comments from CGR ranging from “perfectly cooked” and “well-seasoned” to “did you get this from the buffet” (not a compliment) and “did you throw up on this plate?”
I didn’t think it looked THAT bad.
CGR plays fast and loose with the scoring rules, giving both teams a point in some instances and neither team a point in even more, setting us up for a real nail biter as the teams are tied headed into the final pairing.
The reward for the winning team is pretty amazing; they get the VIP treatment for the next few hours at Caesar’s Palace, including a suite with champagne and a mini-feast.
And this really awesome HK ice sculpture.
People who can craft things like that are so talented. And also have far too much time on their hands. The winning team also gets to see Celine Dion perform that night, and they even get to meet her before the show. Fun!
On the flip side, the losers are forced to return to Hell’s Kitchen in this:
And the air conditioning is conveniently broken.
As if the eight-plus hour bus ride through Death Valley with no air conditioning weren’t awful enough, one of the members of the losing team talks and talks and talks and talks. And then talks some more. And I know they’re all still trying to be polite and whatnot – they just met that morning – but I don’t understand why no one screams out “STFU ALREADY!!!!!”
The winning team gets to fly back to LA, and actually makes it to the dorms before the losing team rolls up in their bus. It’s 1am, and while most of the chefs are studying the menu in preparation for their first service the next day, one chef shows the extent of their insanity by annoying the crap out of everyone with this:
It’s a toss-up between who’s creepier: the puppet or the puppeteer
Everyone gets up early after being up all night and they head down to the kitchen to see the fancy equipment. One of the ladies has an episode of some sort and requests a medic, which hilariously results in people frantically screaming “MEDIC!” all about the set until one finally arrives. After her evaluation, I’m pretty sure she really just needs a psychiatrist. And/or a straightjacket.
Loony tunes, this one.