Speaking of feel-good, the show began on a high note as it recapped the tumultuous fall of Dewberry. Yes, our man-muffin may be gone, but he isn't forgotten. I could watch his chirpy, proto-Ann Robinson "Goodbye!" all day. It turns out I wasn't the only one with Dewberry love. Elsie dropped by the wine cellar-cum-confessional (shut up, SIDEWAYS) to say how much she admired Dewberry while outside, Ralph -- who somehow reminds me of a real life Hannah Barbara cartoon character -- similarly expressed sadness over Dewb's departure.

Just about the only person not pouring over his Dewberry memory book was Jeff, who was busy moaning in the bathroom. No, he wasn't masturbating. He was passing his notorious kidney stone, and because there's always room for urinary tract deposits on cooking shows, Fox was kind enough to zoom in and highlight the little bugger (the kidney stone, not Jeff). Yes, nothing settles the stomach that something that's spewed out of Jeff's penis.

Well, since everyone thought Jeff was being a huge hypochondriac last week, he was sure to prove to his nay-sayers that his ailment was real. "Who wants to see a kidney stone?" he asked triumphantly in one of the least appetizing offers in recent reality show history. Not wanting to give Jeff an inch, Jessica, Elsie and everyone else checked out the stone and passive aggressively noted how itsy bitsy tiny it was. Translation: Jeff, you are a huge pussy. Seeing that his plan was backfiring, Jeff tried to gore it up a bit by saying how the kidney was pure meat and this tiny stone was passing right through it. Eh, it's over Jeff. Just give it up. As Tonya from Real World: Chicago can attest, roommates HATE reality stars with kidney stones.

Jeff's kidney stone: tasty!

Anyway, the next morning, the teams lined up in front of a surprisingly calm Gordon, and since Blue was up two members, G-Ram had Michael join Red to even out the numbers. Then it was time for the first challenge. Gordon explained that VIPs could drop into a restaurant at any time, and accordingly, chefs always had to be ready to improvise. Well, for this week's challenge, the teams would be cooking up a five course meal for a VIP. And who would this VIP be? "That VIP is me!" snapped Gordon. REALLY. I never would have thought! Way to shock America, Gordo.

Nevertheless, the teams needed to hit the supermarket for some ingredients, and amusingly, the producers arranged a big, red, double-decker bus to ferry them to Ralph's. This was the show's way of subtly saying "Hey, Gordon is BRITISH! Fish and chips for EVERYONE!! To the theatre!"