Hello dear Dust Bunnies! Yes, Project Runway is over and I am now recapping Top Chef Chicago for your enjoyment.
Please bear with me until I find my Top Chef groove. It’s hard to just jump right into recapping until you get to know the contestants (or “cheftestants”, as they’re called on this show). As most of you know from my Project Runway recaps, the more we got to know about those Trannies’ quirks and personalities, the more fun we were able to have ragging on them.
Let’s face it – during the first episode of Project Runway, no one knew that Sweet P was actually sweet, or Christian/Mango was so talented, or that Victorya was such an evil insufferable bitch. It takes a while to find these things out.
So it was with the goal of “… ♫ getting to know you … getting to know all about you ♫” that I watched the first episode of Top Chef last night. In order to help me place the cheftestants into easily understood categories, I played a little game that I like to call “Douchebag or Lesbian?”. This is the PERFECT game for cocktail parties, political rallies, and softball games.
Warning: if you are an actual Douchebag, or a Lesbian, you will probably be offended by this recap – stop reading now.
We get our opening shots of the city of Chicago – which looked pretty nice. I’ve never been to Chi-town, but since one of my most loyal Dust Bunnies (Marker) lives in Chicago, I will NOT make fun of it. Even if it IS tired and boring. Kidding!
We see the chefs gathering in a Pizzeria Uno, of all places. Now I get it – Chicago is the birthplace of deep dish pizza, and I guess Uno was where this whole thing began. But come on – you couldn’t have gotten a more UPSCALE pizza restaurant? That’s like doing a New York City challenge at “Nathan’s Famous” hotdog stand on Coney Island! But if I know anything about Bravo, Pizzeria Uno probably paid PLENTY to be included on the show. Cha-ching!
We start meeting our cheftestants. We are introduced to Zoi (whose parents obviously can’t spell) from San Francisco. She made spicy pig soup in her audition tape. LESBIAN!
We meet Ryan, who’s parents signed some kind of “waiver” so he could start working at the family restaurant when he was 11-years-old. First of all, I’d like to see what kind of waiver says you can break EVERY child labor law. Where was this restaurant, Ecuador?!?
Anywhoo, Ryan says he was SO fantastic in the kitchen that his father was able to fire two line cooks who were no longer necessary. So let me get this straight: they fired two illegal immigrants supporting extending families with their meager wages so a snot-nosed kid could have a summer job? DOUCHEBAG!
Next is Mark Simmons from New Zealand. His accent is so thick that I thought he said his name was “Maximus” (which is a TOTALLY cool name!) It wasn’t until I looked up at the screen that I realized his name was actually “Mark Simmons” (boring!). He has annoying hair and sideburns, and I can’t understand a friggin’ WORD he is saying, other than “mate”. DOUCHEBAG!
We meet Richard, who has a “fauxhawk” haircut and says things like “super-pumped!” and “awesome!” and practices “molecular gastronomy” by cooking with liquid nitrogen. With that being said, do I really HAVE to tell you? Yes darlings, TOTAL DOUCHEBAG!!!
Then we meet another resident of San Francisco, Jennifer, who happens to have the exact same unfortunate haircut as Douchy Richard. POWER LESBIAN!
Wait a second…she and Zoi sit down at a booth beside each other and announce that they’ve been a “couple” for 3 ½ years. Oh Good Lord… The producers are certainly making this “Douchebag or Lesbian?” game easy for me.
Next up is Erik – who is big and scary looking and resembles Satan. He is ALSO from San Francisco. I’m too frightened to call him a douchebag, so I’m going to have to go with San Francisco LESBIAN!
Andrew is dorky and every third word out of his mouth is “fuck”. He wants people to “taste his passion” (ewww!). DOUCHY MCDOUCHEBAG!!!
We also meet Nimma (where do they get these spellings?) from Atlanta. She looks like a half-awake poster-child for Prozac, and mumbles like Paula Abdul. She plans on living with her parents until she gets married, or goes off her meds – whichever comes first. She’s too sleepy to be a douchebag OR a lesbian.
Lastly (for now anyway) we meet Stephanie – who looks exactly like Rachel Ray. She also has that upbeat Rachel Ray attitude, and thinks things should be “positive and fun” in the kitchen. If she refers to Extra Virgin Olive Oil as “E.V.O.O.” or says the word “Yummo!” I am DONE.
Host Padma Lakshmi and judge Tom Colicchio come into the restaurant and welcome the 16 cheftestants to the 4th season of Top Chef. They all grab chef coats and proceed to the Top Chef Kitchen…
Robot Padma informs us that each chef was allowed to bring $200 worth of their own “secret” ingredients, which they will each keep in their very own lockers. She makes it sound like having a locker is the BEST.THING.EVER. I wonder if they get to decorate their lockers with Culture Club pictures like I did?...
It is now time for the first “QuickFire Challenge”. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the show, the QuickFire is a fast little “mini-challenge” that is done at the beginning of the show. The results usually have implications (immunity, etc.) later during the Elimination Challenge.
Today’s QuickFire challenge is for each cheftestant to create their own signature Deep Dish pizza.
Stephanie/Rachel Ray is immediately nervous, and is worried about cutting herself, which sounds like something a mental health professional needs to look into. In the immortal words of J. Harvey from A Socialite’s Life – it’s not “secret cutting” if you talk about it…
We see Dale who is a New York City chef, and total DOUCHEBAG! Valerie (which is NOT a cute name – have you EVER met a successful Valerie?) is a hometown Chicago girl, and therefore wants to do well. Lesbian??????
Manuel is the token Latino – and doesn’t seem like a douchebag OR a lesbian. But you all know how much I love the Papis! Unfortunately he’s not that cute…
Nikki is from Manhattan (Manny Hanny in the Hizzy!!!!) and doesn’t have clue #1 as to how to make a Chicago-style deep dish pizza. East Siiiide!!
Mark from New Zealand is using vegemite and I am going to die of barfness. Douchy Richard with the lesbian haircut is putting peaches and syrup on his pizza pie. Some of these pizzas are REALLY disgusting…
Lisa is from NYC and is doing an Asian BBQ duck pizza. Douchebag or Lesbian?...I’m not sure. But then she uses the word “orgasmic”…LESBIAN!
The guy who says “fuck” a lot (Andrew) can’t find a fucking pan for his fucking deep mother-fucking dish fucking pizza. So he is forced to use a mother-fucking cast-iron skillet. “Skillet” is a funny word and it makes me laugh. “Fucky McDouchebag”, on the other hand, does NOT.
Time is up, and we go to a commercial break. I think to myself how much better it would be to be recapping a bunch of fags sewing corsets…but life isn’t always fair.
Back to the show. The chefs pack up their pizzas and deliver them the “secret” judge – who happens to be Chef Rocco Dispirito. Remind me sometime to tell you the story of one of the corporate bitches who was on Rocco’s reality show (The Restaurant) and how she referred to me as “lazy” to our mutual boss when I worked with her. What a bitch! I swear, I WILL cut her before I die.
Anywhoo, Rocco and Padma chow down on pizza – and then separate the chefs into the winners and losers. Padma lets them know that these two separate groups will play a part in their first Elimination Challenge. She then informs them that the gorgeous townhouse they are in will be their living quarters for the show.
It’s now time for a Lesbian/Douchebag party! The ONE good thing about Top Chef is the fact that the producers let the chefs DRINK. And then act stupid. Which makes for excellent television.
Mumbling Nimma doesn’t want to socialize - and it’s time for her nighttime meds; so she crawls into her IKEA bunk bed and goes into a mini-coma.
The next day the chefs return to the kitchen to find out what the Elimination Challenge will be. It turns out that the winners of the pizza Quickfire Challenge will each pick someone from the losing group to compete against (“Mano y Mano” or “Lesbo y Lesbo”). The person who is picked then gets to choose which dish they will both be making – selecting from a list of “classic” dishes (Duck a l’Orange, Lasagna, etc.). The pairings are made, dishes are chosen, and everyone heads to Whole Foods to do some shopping.
New Zealand Mark has figured out that Duck a l’Orange consists of duck and oranges, so he’s obviously on his way to winning. NYC Dale really IS a douche (I called it earlier!) – he’s doing Steak Au Poivre and says “my flavors are on point”. Anybody who says “on point” is a douche…unless they are an attractive Latino man, then it’s just fine.
Satan/Erik and Lesbian Zoi are doing soufflés – and are NOT happy about it. Apparently neither of them has made a soufflé in ages because they are just too hard to make. Which is the exact same reason why I don’t go to the gym – it’s just TOO HARD so it must be avoided!
Cooking-Since-He-Was-11-Years-Old Ryan is trying to remember what’s in Chicken Piccata. He’s looking for pasta or rice. Even I know that you better locate some lemons and capers…and some CHICKEN you asshat!
Which brings me to this point: how in the HELL do you go on a cooking competition show without knowing and practicing the BASIC culinary school stuff?!? That’s like those Project Runway designers who were CLUELESS as to how to design menswear. Do some preparation – my entertainment (and sanity) depends on it!!!!
One of the most interesting pairings is Douchebag Richard (with the Lesbian haircut) going up against Fucky McDouchebag. They are making crab cakes. Richard bought mayonnaise at the store, since he knew that you usually need some mayo to make crab cakes. Fucky McDouchebag thought there would be mayo in the Top Chef kitchen (there wasn’t) and didn’t know that you could MAKE mayonnaise by blending together eggs and oil. He didn’t know that!?!? Where do they get these idiots?!? Mama Bunny used to make homemade mayo when I was little and we were poor - it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
Richard is using his own electric smoker to smoke his very own special blend of North African spices. Lord, this is going to be a LONG season…
Nimma is going up against Antonia (lesbian??) – and they are making Shrimp Scampi. Antonia seems to know what she’s doing; Nimma keeps talking about doing some kind of cauliflower custard/flan thing. Nimma, if you could just get a moment or two of clarity you would realize that you MIGHT want to concentrate on the shrimp!
Nikki, the Italian chick from Manhattan, is channeling Carmela Soprano and is making lasagna – with HOMEMADE pasta! I keep waiting for her to wander upstairs and tell Anthony Junior that he better fill out those college applications or she’ll “cut his throat”! I think MY meds are kicking in…
The time is running out, and Padma finally yells “Utensils down, hands up!” – which is the exact same thing the Policia yelled during the raid of Ryan’s restaurant in Ecuador (after receiving complaints of child labor law violations).
Time for the judges to get all judgmental. Today’s judges are Rocco, Tom, Padma, and Chef Anthony Bourdain. Chef Bourdain is a total egotistical ass, but he also seems like a fun drunk – since he CONSTANTLY talks about getting wasted.
First to be judged are New Zealand Mark and Rachel Ray. They did Duck a l’Orange and the judges REALLY likee Stephanie/Rachel’s dish. Yummo!
The Crabby Douchebags are next with their crab cakes. Mister LesboHaircutSmokedSpices Richard wins easily. Andrew (Fucky McDouchebag) doesn’t say the f-word to the judges – which is a good sign.
The judges LOVE Carmela’s lasagna – but maybe they’re afraid of getting whacked. They also liked both Spike’s Greek version of Eggs Benedict, and Lisa’s more classic version. Anthony Bourdain talks about being hung-over, and wants a Mimosa or a Bloody Mary. Alcoholic!
Douchy Dale and Mexican Manuel did Steak Au Poivre. Tom Colicchio thinks Manuel’s Mexican version was “greasy”. I KNOW he did NOT just equate “Mexican” with being “greasy”. Who does he think he is, Geraldine Ferraro?!?
Ryan and Valerie did Chicken Piccata, and Ryan still has NO EARTHLY IDEA what the hell Chicken Piccata is. Rocco wants to know: “where is the lovely acidic butter sauce?”. Ryan tells the judges about his 11-year-old sweatshop situation – basically talking out of his butt. Clueless!
The two soufflés (Satan/Erik and Lesbian Zoi) were pretty bad. Satan’s dish looked like HELL!! (ba dum bum!). Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I'll be here all week...
Stephanie/Rachel Ray wins with her Duck a l’Orange dish. They HATE Ryan’s Chicken Picatta, Satan’s soufflé, New Zealand Mark’s duck, and Nimma’s Shrimp Scampi.
Each of the 4 losers proceed to the Judge's Table to defend their dishes. The judges think New Zealand Mark’s dish was “pretentious”, but Chef Bourdain didn’t mind because it came with booze; Satan/Erik wasn’t proud of his “glorified nachos” soufflé, which collapsed under the weight of tortilla chips (WTF?); Ryan is STILL not sure what Chicken Piccata is; and Nimma blamed plastic wrap for her salty Shrimp Scampi disaster (WTF?).
Nimma and her mood stabilizers are sent home. She mumbles something about being passionate and not stopping, and then nods off to sleep – as do I. Good night Bitches!!
Please bear with me until I find my Top Chef groove. It’s hard to just jump right into recapping until you get to know the contestants (or “cheftestants”, as they’re called on this show). As most of you know from my Project Runway recaps, the more we got to know about those Trannies’ quirks and personalities, the more fun we were able to have ragging on them.
Let’s face it – during the first episode of Project Runway, no one knew that Sweet P was actually sweet, or Christian/Mango was so talented, or that Victorya was such an evil insufferable bitch. It takes a while to find these things out.
So it was with the goal of “… ♫ getting to know you … getting to know all about you ♫” that I watched the first episode of Top Chef last night. In order to help me place the cheftestants into easily understood categories, I played a little game that I like to call “Douchebag or Lesbian?”. This is the PERFECT game for cocktail parties, political rallies, and softball games.
Warning: if you are an actual Douchebag, or a Lesbian, you will probably be offended by this recap – stop reading now.
We get our opening shots of the city of Chicago – which looked pretty nice. I’ve never been to Chi-town, but since one of my most loyal Dust Bunnies (Marker) lives in Chicago, I will NOT make fun of it. Even if it IS tired and boring. Kidding!
We see the chefs gathering in a Pizzeria Uno, of all places. Now I get it – Chicago is the birthplace of deep dish pizza, and I guess Uno was where this whole thing began. But come on – you couldn’t have gotten a more UPSCALE pizza restaurant? That’s like doing a New York City challenge at “Nathan’s Famous” hotdog stand on Coney Island! But if I know anything about Bravo, Pizzeria Uno probably paid PLENTY to be included on the show. Cha-ching!
We start meeting our cheftestants. We are introduced to Zoi (whose parents obviously can’t spell) from San Francisco. She made spicy pig soup in her audition tape. LESBIAN!
We meet Ryan, who’s parents signed some kind of “waiver” so he could start working at the family restaurant when he was 11-years-old. First of all, I’d like to see what kind of waiver says you can break EVERY child labor law. Where was this restaurant, Ecuador?!?
Anywhoo, Ryan says he was SO fantastic in the kitchen that his father was able to fire two line cooks who were no longer necessary. So let me get this straight: they fired two illegal immigrants supporting extending families with their meager wages so a snot-nosed kid could have a summer job? DOUCHEBAG!
Next is Mark Simmons from New Zealand. His accent is so thick that I thought he said his name was “Maximus” (which is a TOTALLY cool name!) It wasn’t until I looked up at the screen that I realized his name was actually “Mark Simmons” (boring!). He has annoying hair and sideburns, and I can’t understand a friggin’ WORD he is saying, other than “mate”. DOUCHEBAG!
We meet Richard, who has a “fauxhawk” haircut and says things like “super-pumped!” and “awesome!” and practices “molecular gastronomy” by cooking with liquid nitrogen. With that being said, do I really HAVE to tell you? Yes darlings, TOTAL DOUCHEBAG!!!
Then we meet another resident of San Francisco, Jennifer, who happens to have the exact same unfortunate haircut as Douchy Richard. POWER LESBIAN!
Wait a second…she and Zoi sit down at a booth beside each other and announce that they’ve been a “couple” for 3 ½ years. Oh Good Lord… The producers are certainly making this “Douchebag or Lesbian?” game easy for me.
Next up is Erik – who is big and scary looking and resembles Satan. He is ALSO from San Francisco. I’m too frightened to call him a douchebag, so I’m going to have to go with San Francisco LESBIAN!
Andrew is dorky and every third word out of his mouth is “fuck”. He wants people to “taste his passion” (ewww!). DOUCHY MCDOUCHEBAG!!!
We also meet Nimma (where do they get these spellings?) from Atlanta. She looks like a half-awake poster-child for Prozac, and mumbles like Paula Abdul. She plans on living with her parents until she gets married, or goes off her meds – whichever comes first. She’s too sleepy to be a douchebag OR a lesbian.
Lastly (for now anyway) we meet Stephanie – who looks exactly like Rachel Ray. She also has that upbeat Rachel Ray attitude, and thinks things should be “positive and fun” in the kitchen. If she refers to Extra Virgin Olive Oil as “E.V.O.O.” or says the word “Yummo!” I am DONE.
Host Padma Lakshmi and judge Tom Colicchio come into the restaurant and welcome the 16 cheftestants to the 4th season of Top Chef. They all grab chef coats and proceed to the Top Chef Kitchen…
Robot Padma informs us that each chef was allowed to bring $200 worth of their own “secret” ingredients, which they will each keep in their very own lockers. She makes it sound like having a locker is the BEST.THING.EVER. I wonder if they get to decorate their lockers with Culture Club pictures like I did?...
It is now time for the first “QuickFire Challenge”. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the show, the QuickFire is a fast little “mini-challenge” that is done at the beginning of the show. The results usually have implications (immunity, etc.) later during the Elimination Challenge.
Today’s QuickFire challenge is for each cheftestant to create their own signature Deep Dish pizza.
Stephanie/Rachel Ray is immediately nervous, and is worried about cutting herself, which sounds like something a mental health professional needs to look into. In the immortal words of J. Harvey from A Socialite’s Life – it’s not “secret cutting” if you talk about it…
We see Dale who is a New York City chef, and total DOUCHEBAG! Valerie (which is NOT a cute name – have you EVER met a successful Valerie?) is a hometown Chicago girl, and therefore wants to do well. Lesbian??????
Manuel is the token Latino – and doesn’t seem like a douchebag OR a lesbian. But you all know how much I love the Papis! Unfortunately he’s not that cute…
Nikki is from Manhattan (Manny Hanny in the Hizzy!!!!) and doesn’t have clue #1 as to how to make a Chicago-style deep dish pizza. East Siiiide!!
Mark from New Zealand is using vegemite and I am going to die of barfness. Douchy Richard with the lesbian haircut is putting peaches and syrup on his pizza pie. Some of these pizzas are REALLY disgusting…
Lisa is from NYC and is doing an Asian BBQ duck pizza. Douchebag or Lesbian?...I’m not sure. But then she uses the word “orgasmic”…LESBIAN!
The guy who says “fuck” a lot (Andrew) can’t find a fucking pan for his fucking deep mother-fucking dish fucking pizza. So he is forced to use a mother-fucking cast-iron skillet. “Skillet” is a funny word and it makes me laugh. “Fucky McDouchebag”, on the other hand, does NOT.
Time is up, and we go to a commercial break. I think to myself how much better it would be to be recapping a bunch of fags sewing corsets…but life isn’t always fair.
Back to the show. The chefs pack up their pizzas and deliver them the “secret” judge – who happens to be Chef Rocco Dispirito. Remind me sometime to tell you the story of one of the corporate bitches who was on Rocco’s reality show (The Restaurant) and how she referred to me as “lazy” to our mutual boss when I worked with her. What a bitch! I swear, I WILL cut her before I die.
Anywhoo, Rocco and Padma chow down on pizza – and then separate the chefs into the winners and losers. Padma lets them know that these two separate groups will play a part in their first Elimination Challenge. She then informs them that the gorgeous townhouse they are in will be their living quarters for the show.
It’s now time for a Lesbian/Douchebag party! The ONE good thing about Top Chef is the fact that the producers let the chefs DRINK. And then act stupid. Which makes for excellent television.
Mumbling Nimma doesn’t want to socialize - and it’s time for her nighttime meds; so she crawls into her IKEA bunk bed and goes into a mini-coma.
The next day the chefs return to the kitchen to find out what the Elimination Challenge will be. It turns out that the winners of the pizza Quickfire Challenge will each pick someone from the losing group to compete against (“Mano y Mano” or “Lesbo y Lesbo”). The person who is picked then gets to choose which dish they will both be making – selecting from a list of “classic” dishes (Duck a l’Orange, Lasagna, etc.). The pairings are made, dishes are chosen, and everyone heads to Whole Foods to do some shopping.
New Zealand Mark has figured out that Duck a l’Orange consists of duck and oranges, so he’s obviously on his way to winning. NYC Dale really IS a douche (I called it earlier!) – he’s doing Steak Au Poivre and says “my flavors are on point”. Anybody who says “on point” is a douche…unless they are an attractive Latino man, then it’s just fine.
Satan/Erik and Lesbian Zoi are doing soufflés – and are NOT happy about it. Apparently neither of them has made a soufflé in ages because they are just too hard to make. Which is the exact same reason why I don’t go to the gym – it’s just TOO HARD so it must be avoided!
Cooking-Since-He-Was-11-Years-Old Ryan is trying to remember what’s in Chicken Piccata. He’s looking for pasta or rice. Even I know that you better locate some lemons and capers…and some CHICKEN you asshat!
Which brings me to this point: how in the HELL do you go on a cooking competition show without knowing and practicing the BASIC culinary school stuff?!? That’s like those Project Runway designers who were CLUELESS as to how to design menswear. Do some preparation – my entertainment (and sanity) depends on it!!!!
One of the most interesting pairings is Douchebag Richard (with the Lesbian haircut) going up against Fucky McDouchebag. They are making crab cakes. Richard bought mayonnaise at the store, since he knew that you usually need some mayo to make crab cakes. Fucky McDouchebag thought there would be mayo in the Top Chef kitchen (there wasn’t) and didn’t know that you could MAKE mayonnaise by blending together eggs and oil. He didn’t know that!?!? Where do they get these idiots?!? Mama Bunny used to make homemade mayo when I was little and we were poor - it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
Richard is using his own electric smoker to smoke his very own special blend of North African spices. Lord, this is going to be a LONG season…
Nimma is going up against Antonia (lesbian??) – and they are making Shrimp Scampi. Antonia seems to know what she’s doing; Nimma keeps talking about doing some kind of cauliflower custard/flan thing. Nimma, if you could just get a moment or two of clarity you would realize that you MIGHT want to concentrate on the shrimp!
Nikki, the Italian chick from Manhattan, is channeling Carmela Soprano and is making lasagna – with HOMEMADE pasta! I keep waiting for her to wander upstairs and tell Anthony Junior that he better fill out those college applications or she’ll “cut his throat”! I think MY meds are kicking in…
The time is running out, and Padma finally yells “Utensils down, hands up!” – which is the exact same thing the Policia yelled during the raid of Ryan’s restaurant in Ecuador (after receiving complaints of child labor law violations).
Time for the judges to get all judgmental. Today’s judges are Rocco, Tom, Padma, and Chef Anthony Bourdain. Chef Bourdain is a total egotistical ass, but he also seems like a fun drunk – since he CONSTANTLY talks about getting wasted.
First to be judged are New Zealand Mark and Rachel Ray. They did Duck a l’Orange and the judges REALLY likee Stephanie/Rachel’s dish. Yummo!
The Crabby Douchebags are next with their crab cakes. Mister LesboHaircutSmokedSpices Richard wins easily. Andrew (Fucky McDouchebag) doesn’t say the f-word to the judges – which is a good sign.
The judges LOVE Carmela’s lasagna – but maybe they’re afraid of getting whacked. They also liked both Spike’s Greek version of Eggs Benedict, and Lisa’s more classic version. Anthony Bourdain talks about being hung-over, and wants a Mimosa or a Bloody Mary. Alcoholic!
Douchy Dale and Mexican Manuel did Steak Au Poivre. Tom Colicchio thinks Manuel’s Mexican version was “greasy”. I KNOW he did NOT just equate “Mexican” with being “greasy”. Who does he think he is, Geraldine Ferraro?!?
Ryan and Valerie did Chicken Piccata, and Ryan still has NO EARTHLY IDEA what the hell Chicken Piccata is. Rocco wants to know: “where is the lovely acidic butter sauce?”. Ryan tells the judges about his 11-year-old sweatshop situation – basically talking out of his butt. Clueless!
The two soufflés (Satan/Erik and Lesbian Zoi) were pretty bad. Satan’s dish looked like HELL!! (ba dum bum!). Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I'll be here all week...
Stephanie/Rachel Ray wins with her Duck a l’Orange dish. They HATE Ryan’s Chicken Picatta, Satan’s soufflé, New Zealand Mark’s duck, and Nimma’s Shrimp Scampi.
Each of the 4 losers proceed to the Judge's Table to defend their dishes. The judges think New Zealand Mark’s dish was “pretentious”, but Chef Bourdain didn’t mind because it came with booze; Satan/Erik wasn’t proud of his “glorified nachos” soufflé, which collapsed under the weight of tortilla chips (WTF?); Ryan is STILL not sure what Chicken Piccata is; and Nimma blamed plastic wrap for her salty Shrimp Scampi disaster (WTF?).
Nimma and her mood stabilizers are sent home. She mumbles something about being passionate and not stopping, and then nods off to sleep – as do I. Good night Bitches!!
