STFU, Bitchy Elise.
Yay, dessert challenge! I don’t understand people who call themselves chefs but who can’t make desserts. No, you don’t need to be the world’s most accomplished pastry chef and chocolatier, but you should know your way around a damn bag of sugar … which clearly, almost none of these “chefs” do. Kudos to Jennifer. Wow, Will put salt and pepper in some cream and called it a dessert? And Bitchy Elise put VINEGAR in her zabaione? EPIC FAILS.
Hearty chuckle at Paul and Will dancing. Contrast that to Ditzy Carrie and Bitchy Elise, who can’t even stop fighting while celebrating a win. I say again: neither one of them deserves to be there — Bitchy Elise’s one good dinner service last week does not cancel out all her bad services and bad dishes; plus, her attitude makes her the LAST person who should be running a kitchen. And Ditzy Carrie simply isn’t a good enough cook. — but I am praying to all the gods that Bitchy Elise gets sent home before Ditzy Carrie. That would chap her ass for the rest of her life.
Dinner Service:
Thank you, Jennifer. FINALLY, somebody other than Bitchy Elise is leading the red team. Aaaaaaaaaaaand here we go again: more scallops dying for no reason other than to go straight into the trash. Tommy has for a while now been performing not so well. He’s been saved by others screwing up worse, but tonight may be his night. Oh — I spoke too soon. Jamie served a plate with hair in it, and Ditzy Carrie burned the fish. But if you ask me, Carrie’s silly I-didn’t-see-that defense was less of an embarrassment than Jamie’s stupefying that-wasn’t-there-when-I-brought-the-plate excuse. Gordon: “You’re blaming us????” Lol. And though Ditzy Carrie did screw up, I see her point: shedding into your plates is a way worse offense than blackened fish. Jamie should have been sent off, too.
Wow. Tonight is just full of screw-ups. Paul served pink chicken. Bitchy Elise served vegetarian capellini WITH LOBSTER IN IT (which, of course, this vegetarian found super annoying) then burned the oysters — which got her sent off! Ha haaaa! I knew after last week, she’d be so pompous and pleased with herself that she’d crash and burn. And I happily point out that Jennifer’s leadership style, in stark contrast to Bitchy Elise’s, does not consist of screaming, screaming, and more screaming
(AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Dammit, I am such a sucker. I held it together during that oh-so-sweet proposal, but when dude said “There’s nothing I won’t do for you,” that did me in. *wipes tear*)
Elimination:
Tommy skates by again! (I'm sure his 19-yr-old girlfriend sent him a relieved "omg! wuz so scared! luv u" text.) Carrie and Elise on the chopping block. Hmmmm, they’ve both been on the bottom on the lot. I wonder who’s — haaaaaaaaa! They’re BOTH — oh. No they’re not. That was ANOTHER Gordon head-fake. Dammit, Gordon. *sigh* Well, bye Jamie.
Ok, at this point, it’s glaringly obviously that Gordon’s keeping these two fools around just for ratings. A chef of his standing knows damn well neither is qualified to run a kitchen. So let’s just enjoy how he keeps them dangling on a string — and raise our voices in raucous celebration when, finally, it’s off with their heads.
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