'Hell's Kitchen' Recap: The men are hopeless
By April MacIntyre Apr 23, 2008, 17:09 GMT
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Chef Gordon Ramsay has his hands full with a lot of bad contestants for this season on Hell’s Kitchen. Worst group so far in my opinion.
After the dismissal of misogynistic Jason of the Tighty Whities last week, we see the scowling Scot send off his motley crew back to the dorms, nary a kind word for anyone.
The contestants are abruptly yanked out of their R&R for kitchen detail, and we see Corey is above cleaning and pitching in. She doesn’t keep her head down and clean so they can all retire for the night, instead she boogies out and goes back to sleep while her team is fueled with even more hatred for the porcine faced backstabber.
I would have dumped the floor sweepings in her bed and put shrimp tails inside the crevices of her purse for revenge.
Wakey wakey, a new day, a new challenge after Chef asks each team to select the strongest chef of their respective groups.
No surprise, pig face raises her hand and Big Ben is selected for the guys. The girls have marinated thoroughly in their mutual hatred for Corey, so Jen is selected as leader.
Hell's Kitchen will host a first-ever evening for family dinner service replete with kiddie animal rides and face painting. The kitchen will turn out an easy-breezy menu filled with kid friendly fare like onion rings, milkshakes and burgers.
The challenge prior to the night’s service for the two teams is making fresh pasta, a tedious task that rivals bread making for elbow grease.
Chef knocks out an effortless looking semolina sheet, then reprocesses it as fresh cut pasta to order. No brainer.
The girls are lead by Jen who cranks the machine like Mama Celeste. The guys have Petrozza barking along with Ben, and Craig as usual is mucking things up while Matt is a clueless looking pasta tree waiting for spaghetti to be draped over his arms.
Once again the women win the challenge and are fêted to a day at the Santa Monica Pier, after a Hummer limo picks them up in grand style. The guys have all-day KP duty and animal dung removal chores awaiting them.
The women had a fun day but seem disoriented when they return to the kitchen, playing late catch up for menu familiarity, but luckily it’s the easiest fare to prepare.
The night begins and the orders are flying out of the girl’s side, and the men once again have two extremely weak links – defiant Craig and dim Matt, neither one of them can listen. Craig is the worst, he screws up making pasta which sets of Ramsay. Matt throws gasoline on the already lit up chef after serving chicken wings that are raw.
Vanessa cannot handle a stressful kitchen. She blew the meat last week and this week she burns herself seriously and leaves her team in the lurch. No matter, natural leader Jen spearheads them to victory as they red team gets their orders completed first.
The men are not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Ben is congratulating his team while they are losing the nights service, Matt precooks burgers and makes cold hockey pucks that can’t be served, after the raw chicken debacle, Craig is a mute who won’t tell anyone when is pasta is up and then delivers a wrong pasta dish to chef. It seems elder Petrozza and Black Gordon Ramsay Bobby are the best of the worst.
This dodgy crew has Ramsay near aneurysm point once again, and he selects team leader Jen as the best chef for both teams.
Ramsay selects Bobby as the best of the worst. After a break, Bobby nominates Craig and Matt as the two to go.
Chef calls in Ben to join the sad bastard group. After each one makes their case as to why they should stay, and in a hilarious unscripted moment the guys each try to top each other over the percentage of effort they promise chef, to which Craig can only muster after an awkward pause, ”I guess I will top whatever they are saying.”
Chef selects Craig to flame out.
Ben needs to shut up and listen better. Corey needs to check her sheets every night. Jen is looking the strongest currently, but Petrozza and Bobby are dark horses.
See you donkeys next week.