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Instead, he pats him on the head and tells him he's good enough, smart enough, and people like him. This restaurant will fail if he doesn't find the passion again. Bottom line kid, I believe in ya! Awwww!! You know that's a total lie, but it works like a charm. Bad Son smiles proudly, and I can't help but wonder again if anyone's ever just taken the time to hug him. Don't look at me. I'm not doin' it.

Aw, he's so touched he's cross eyed.

Now that Bad Son has been suckered into spending the rest of his life in a job he hates to make his family happy reformed, it's time to unveil the remodel! The old lady curtains have been replaced by fresher/tackier ones and the tables have all been re-spaced to open up the room. And there are booths! Buddy mentioned how he couldn't even afford a sign to the producers, and there it is, out front! We know Bad Son's newfound clarity is for real because he doesn't even bat an eye when the sign reads Ramsay McCool's. The whole staff is moved by the transformation, but when the sign is unveiled and they all tell us with tears in their eyes how touched and appreciative they are, this show turns downright meaningful. Buddy, his eyes wet and an earnest quiver in his jowels, says "I'm not only thankful as a restaurant owner, I'm thankful as a dad." I choke back...something.

Please stop.

They all gather in the dining room to go over the new menu. More than half of it's been tossed. Nothing is frozen, and they will be changing ingredients with the seasons and serving tableside!! Uh...great idea. I really want Buddy standing over me sweatily fumbling with my bird. Besides a staff who has no idea how to deal with a full restaurant, much less take the time to serve tableside, there's still the issue of Reformed Bad Son. How is he gonna learn all this in an hour? No time! The new sign with Gordo's name on it got the whole town abuzz, and the restaurant is full of real people! Buddy gives a rousing speech to his staff before game time, and Reformed Bad Son even pipes in with some confident, encouraging words. What the hell is going on, here? No one changes that dramatically that fast. I call lobotomy shenanigans!

There is a marked improvement in the look of the food as well, but the kitchen can't keep up with the sheer volume and newness of it all, and the real people are pissed. You can tell because they are making huge cross-armed pouty poses for the cameras. And uh-oh, bad news, some nimrod at FOX thought it would be a cute idea to invite the local food reviewer. She's been waiting for over and hour for a table and she's mad as hell and not afraid to complain about it every time a camera man passes her by. Come on, sista. It's not like the Times sent you. You're from Dan's Papers, which as far as I can tell is the Thrifty Nickel of the Hamptons. Get over yourself and get in line.

Do you know who I am?
Nope.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gordo is all up Reformed Bad Son's ass. The kid stays calm and respectful, yes sir-ing and putting his head down to get er done. Man. What did they do to this poor guy? The night is falling apart rapidly. The waiters are confused and freaking out and Melissa wants to cry into a caesar salad she's prepping table side. Where's the Caesar dressing? Oh shit where is it? Dramatic music. Buddy rushes (well, he tries) to the kitchen and asks for the dressing. Reformed doesn't have it, which makes Buddy spin in a couple of circles, hoping it will fall out of the sky. Music intensifies. WHERE IS THE DRESSING? Dun dun. Dun dun. Melissa runs back to find it before the town explodes and there it is! In that huge plastic vat/jar!

Way to keep it fresh.

The real people are getting pissier and pissier and starting to point fingers and blame each other. "We were here before them!!" Yeah, real person. It's a totally personal conspiracy against you. Also taking the mess of a night as a personal affront is the Fire Chief, who kinda threatens to shut the place down because it's over capacity. He's been waiting over! Don't the McBuddy's understand respect? He told all these real people to come tonight and it's a disaster! He's heading over to Marie Callender's where they know how to treat a celebrity!

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