Oh, I spoke too soon. That poor audience is now watching the two chefs on screens above the stage and by this point I can only hope that the Penn and Teller show was a free thing, because I can't see any other reason why the audience hasn't emptied out as disgruntled gamblers demand their money back after being forced to watch a cooking show.
Justin talks about how Christina likes to keep things simple while he's much too fucking awesome for that, and he says "balls to the wall" which has never been a phrase I've ever understood anyway, and Christina is having some sort of cilantro crisis, the nature of which I'm not sure of but its inclusion pretty much ensures that the judges are going to deem one of her dishes to have too much cilantro.
When the cooking is done, the chefs run back out on stage, where Ramsay starts welcoming the judges. For the salad: François Payard, of Payard in Caesar's Palace. Justin seems to have heard of Payard and can't believe this guy is going to taste his dish, comparing it to being a high school basketball player who's really good getting to meet Michael Jordan. Nice how Justin's analogy includes a compliment for himself.
Justin's made heirloom tomatoes, charred, feta crumble, compressed watermelon and vinaigrette. "I have a lot of finesse in my food. That's just my style," says Justin, whose cockiness is really starting to wear me. "Yeah, my style is to be awesomely talented, but that's just me," explains Justin. Payard deems it a nice summer salad.
Christina, meanwhile, has made a charred asparagus and fried egg salad with baby arugula with fresh shaved pecorino. Payard calls it a little too vinegary, and the crowd STARTS BOOING THE MASTER CHEF for calling a dish they haven't tasted "too vinegary," and Payard picks Justin's salad as the better one.
The next judge, for the seafood appetizer, is Michel Richard, who just opened Central in Caesar's Palace. Christina says he's an idol of hers.
She's made a coconut shrimp ceviche, and she steeped it in ginger, jalapeno and cilantro, and Richard's eyes bug out at the mention of cilantro, because he hates cilantro, and so he kneels and crosses himself and tastes it anyway and declares her a great chef.
Justin has made an Ecuadorean-style ceviche, where they poach the shrimp first, and then use the water to make the ceviche mixture, which is ketchup, orange juice, and the shrimp juice (is it always ketchup? Because I don't know anything about ceviche, but "ketchup" isn't exactly on anyone's list of mind-blowing ingredients, Mr. Justin), and then he classily gets in a dig at Christina by pointing out there's no cilantro it. Richard says it's delicious, and picks Justin as the winner, giving him a two-to-zilch lead. "I win one more, it's over," Justin tells us, displaying a superhuman ability to figure out how many points out of five he needs to win the match.