Watching Reality TV

Mere words can’t explain how much I love this show.  It’s just that good.  The contestants are still upset about the horrible dinner service they just endured.  Jen is beating herself up about trying to serve garbage spaghetti (new on the menu at your local roadside diner!) and Vinnie is helping her by really rubbing in how stupid it was.  Thanks, Vinnie.  You’re such a nice guy.  Bonnie comforts her friend though and makes the boo boo all better.  The next day, it’s time for the blind taste test!  That’s always fun and this time is no different.  Basically?  The men couldn’t taste their way out of a paper bag.  Rock thought egg yolk was potato, for pete’s sake. And Vinnie thought seared tuna was pancetta.  Riiiight.  So the girls win their third reward.

The reward is a gourmet dinner with Gordon in absolute darkness.  Eh? Still, it’s a lot better than the punishment which was having to eat a variety of nasty, nasty things like tripe and tongue and liver. GAH.  Meanwhile, the girls are flirting in complete darkness and I swear to you, Gordon started it by tossing bits of roll at the girls.  Seriously!  Is this junior high? It was cute, but pretty blatant.  Fun television, no doubt.

And now we’re on to dinner service that night.  And once again, it’s a nightmare.  No one can seem to cook the chicken properly, or the Wellingtons (again).  The girls seem to serve more customers but the customers aren’t pleased with what they get and many dishes are sent back to the kitchen.  Gordon about has a apoplectic fit over the whole thing and decides that neither the Blue or Red teams won the night that they both suck equally.  But, from each team, Jen and Rock sucked less so they get to pick the nominees.  Except apparently they can’t even do that because Gordon is disgusted with their picks of Melissa and Josh.  He instead picks Vinnie and Bonnie.  Bonnie made more sense since she just about fell apart during the service, crying about how she couldn’t handle the pressure.  Vinnie also made sense because he’s a dick and Gordon has had it out for him since day one.  And, yep, he’s the one to go.  There’s not room enough in “Hell’s Kitchen” for both of those egos, buddy, and Gordon’s takes precedence.