Things are going much better with Paul's team; he's correctly told them that the women want Hawaiian, with pork, and also explains why Will's suggestion of surf 'n' turf won't work. Not that everything goes perfectly; Monterray is struggling to determine what goes with what, etc., but it's too early for anyone to be yelling at him.
In the Red kitchen, Carrie explains to us that she doesn't mind taking other people's suggestions, even though we watch her shoot down everything Jennifer suggests, both ingredient and presentation-wise for the tuna-avocado-whatever they're making. Jennifer resents being paired with the "flirty mimbo" -- isn't a "mimbo" a "male bimbo"? "I wasn't feelin' it," says Jennifer. And Elise drops a scallop, but they still have four to wrap bacon around, which is going to go over gangbusters.
Time's up, and Ramsay introduces the women to the chefs: Jenna, Diallo, and Lynn. He mentions the Hawaiian theme, and the Red Team does an admirable job of keeping their eyes from bugging out, as this is the first time they've heard the word "Hawaiian" spoken.
Appetizers are up first. "Are you kidding? They wanted Hawaiian? We're going to look like idiots going up there with these Japanese dishes," says Jamie, a little confused as to how people perceive them anyway, what with the yelling and the screaming and the soupy risotto and veal/filet mignon...shall I go on?
Natalie brings out ahi tuni and ono poke, on a toasted crustini. Diallo said it was the perfect bite, and Jenna likewise likes the consistency of the fish. Look, you're organizing a high-school reunion. People are going to be getting drunk and trying to hook up with their high school crushes twenty years down the road. No one's going to be standing there saying, "Jesus, Deaner, taste this fish! That motherfucker's consistent!"
For the Red Team, Carrie presents their "own spin" on tuna tartare, with avocado and chilis and wontons. The women don't hate it, but they're not sure about the guacamole with the fish. Worse for Red Team is that as soon as one of the committee members opens her mouth, Carrie interrupts and babbles, trying to be agreeable and flexible on correcting the dish, but annoying. Ramsay politely tells her to wait until the women have finished offering their constructive criticism. In the kitchen, the Red Team mutter that they want Carrie to shut the fuck up. It's not really close even without Carrie's yammering, and the women unanimously pick Blue Team's appetizer. Carrie, for her part, can't believe she got beaten by a crustini. Part of Carrie's problem is that, you know, she thinks she got beaten by a crustini.