So the men win. And the women's punishment is to clean the kitchen, which looks like sixteen fame-hungry cooks have just rampaged through it for 45 minutes. Louie explains to us that "women are the best at cleaning". Ah. Another one of these guys, then.

The men get a reward, which will be take-out food from Gordon's restaurant The London West Hollywood, which I continue to think is a confusing name. And now let's introduce the sous chefs! Scott is back, and he's joined by Heather, who won Season 2. What? But I thought she was supposed to be a chef at some casino somewhere! Are you trying to tell me that the winners don't really get their very own restaurant? Shocking!

Okay, anyway. The men get to eat dinner on the patio while the women clean the dishes and pots and pans. The women get to eat bologna sandwiches. Actually, it's not even fancy enough to be called "bologna". That stuff's clearly baloney. The men appear to enjoy their meal.

When the women get back to the dorms, they get recipe books, which they are determined to learn before the dinner service the next night. Meanwhile, the men are whooping it up, which means that Louie does a cannonball into the hot tub. Van is providing actual whooping. The women go to bed and the men continue to drink champagne. This might be a good time to mention that I'm recapping "what happens on the show," not "what actually happened". Sure, some of the men might not actually have stayed up drinking all night, and some of the women might not have studied. But I can only report on what I'm shown, you know?

The next morning, everyone files into the kitchen. Scott gives everyone some kind of special knives. Van has trouble with the prep because he's hung over and we get some shots of befuddled men and prepared women. And then prep's over!

Chef Ramsay gives both teams a short pep talk, and we're ready to go! Except we're not! Because Ramsay is not at all happy with the state of Lovely's chocolate fondants, which are not supposed to be cooked already. See, the idea is that they're supposed to be prepared now, but not cooked until the order comes in at the end of the night. Doom! Disaster! Panic! Although I don't think there's much of a chance that either team will actually make it to desserts in the first place, so it's probably moot. Suzanne takes charge of fixing the problem, and also calls her teammates "a bunch of circus clowns". Man, I'd watch that show. You hear me, editors? If someone starts airing "America's Next Top Circus Clown", I call dibs.