And then it's off to the show, which is Penn and Teller, who I saw in Vegas a couple of years ago, but not this big production with all the showgirls and whatnot. Christina and Justin are on edge thinking things can't be that simple, that Ramsay's got to have some sort of trick up his sleeve, and it comes when Penn saws Teller in half, and they reveal how it's done, which is the kind of thing that got GOB Bluth kicked out of the Magician Alliance. I guess it's OK, because who doesn't know how that trick is done anymore? And it turns out that Ramsay is playing the part of the feet, and so he hops out and now the magic show turns into a Hell's Kitchen show, and I think that if I'd paid to see Penn and Teller, I'd be pretty annoyed at this bullshit, and then Ramsay calls Christina and Justin up on stage because it's time for their "final challenge."
Christina wonders what kind of "idiot pill" she took this morning to think that Ramsay would give them a day off -- sentiments echoed by Ramsay once they get up on stage -- and then Ramsay tells them they're going to have an hour to cook five stunning dishes, so they go running off while everyone in the audience applauds, probably because they came for some magic, not for a couple of schlubby cooks on a reality show.
The challenge is to prepare their own takes on five menu items that could appear on the menu at Ramsay's new Las Vegas restaurant: a salad, seafood entrée, ribeye, filet and a fish entrée.
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.