Will's striploin: perfect medium rare. Ribeye: perfect medium. The filet: medium-well. Tie game. So it's down to the burger. "Bye-bye, girls," Will tells us, then gets all high-pitched and wavy and says it again. Ramsay slices open the burger and ... really? We're going to commercial on this? (Sigh) Fine. Jesus, I forgot how hungry this show makes me.
Anyway, when we get back, Ramsay checks the burger, and declares it perfect, and the men start hugging "like fucking girls in band camp" according to Jonathon, while Natalie lays the blame for the defeat at the feet of Elise and Carrie, since they only got one piece of meat right.
For their reward, the men are being sent by private jet to Palm Springs for some R&R, an they're leaving in about forty minutes. Paul takes it all in stride. "I'm a big deal, and big deals get private planes," he says. Sure, so long as there's no "You must be this tall to ride this plane" sign out on the tarmac.
So Ramsay then talks to the women about how they had it in their grasp, and he explicitly blames Elise and Carrie for the loss. Naturally, he wants his grills back in sparkling condition. "I've got a plane to catch. Happy cleaning," he says. Krupa starts sniping at Elise, who appears to believe that she gets along with everybody. Natalie tells us, though, that her bad attitude is bringing everybody down and she should just shut up and cook. Or clean, in this case. Elise natters on about how even just looking at Carrie makes her want to punch her, or something.
Meanwhile, the men are jetting off to Palm Springs, with Will doing his level best not to chunder all over the inside of the plane. Ramsay marvels that he can get meat temperatures right but can't fly, as if those are in any way related. They take the tram up to the top of a mountain to have lunch and toast the women back at HK.
The grills are apparently done, because they're sitting around waiting for their lunch, and Chef Andi wheels out a cart that contains the cooked meat from the morning's challenge ... and a blender. Back a few moments ago, when I said this show makes me hungry? Yeah, that's going away right now. Andi blends up the meat so the women can drink their lunch and not let the meat go to waste. Plus, the sludgy chunky mess that is being poured into glasses for the women to drink out of could possibly convert many Hell's Kitchen viewers to vegetarianism instantly, so there's that. "The texture was ungodly. It was chunky, there was sinew, and fat. Oh my god," says Gina.