Burritos now: Danielle's grilled New York strip, which is declared "hard to eat." Clemenza's "Mexican-Italian" burrito, with provolone and "moozadell," and the pork and chicken. Sedlar says Mexican and Italian food are compadres while Ortega praises his taking a chance. Point Blue.
Tiffany's crab salsa soup takes on Justin's pickled shrimp tortilla soup. The judges like both, but Red gets the point by a hair.
Christina's carnitas enchiladas has been "sanitized" of anything Mexican, according to Sedlar, so Patrick's lobster enchilada is the clear winner.
The score is tied and we're at the last dish, but given the air time given to the Taco Tiff, we know who's winning this thing.
Dana made a seared ahi tuna tostado, which the judges like. Roshni made a grilled tostado, with a chili-crab filling. Ortega's vote is for Blue, but Sedlar, while also liking Roshni's dish, thinks Red deserves the point.
So Ramsay's the tiebreaker, and he picks the Red Team. "I won for our team, and it feels so, so, so good," says Dana, who mistakes "getting the last point" for "getting all the points." To her credit, Ramsay declares her dish the best out of all ten made for the challenge.
Ramsay sends the women off to get ready for their Mexican-themed day of victory (which includes a limo ride to Sedlar's restaurant), and Brian takes out his frustration on a punching bag in the dorms.
And while the women chow down on what looks like a truly amazing meal (Danielle calls it the best meal she's EVER had), the men are fed tripe for lunch. This pleases no one but Clemenza, who, it must be said, doesn't appear exactly discerning about what he eats.
Then it's on to salsa lessons for the women, which eventually becomes Dana wearing a sombrero and swearing at us while shaking her maracas (not a euphemism). Meanwhile, Kimmie would have you believe that people in the South don't dance but just bounce. She demonstrates, and the production ill-advisedly tosses in some thumping and floor-shaking to go along with it.
While Blue preps the kitchens, Clemenza gets into an argument with Patrick because Patrick isn't telling him what to do enough, or something. Then Red comes rolling in, presumably reeking of tequila and chimichanga.
"Not winning is like pulling your lips to the back of your head while someone throws dripping acid in your face," says Brian. Huh? "Pulling your lips to the back of your head"? What does that mean? You know you're being recorded, right?