Gordon Ramsay's Bleep-O-Fucking-Meter: 46
Contestants' Bleep-O-Fucking-Meter: 17
Total Number of People That Have Gone Home Due to Health Reasons This Season: 2
Previously: The merge! We now have a six-person Team Black. Ben and Robert went to San Francisco and I related a story about Cadbury Creme Eggs. The dinner service was just awful, and Andrea melted down. Giovanni lipped off to Chef Ramsay, and that didn't go very well. Ben couldn't cook his own chicken. Paula got praised, if "solid and consistent" is your idea of high praise. Giovanni got sent home.
And then! Chef Ramsay claimed he was shutting down Hell's Kitchen. I guess we'll find out what he means by that... right now! Incidentally, the "previously" had eight bleeps in it, but I don't count them. You weren't really checking my math, were you?
The chefs are still standing in the dining room as Gordon Ramsay tells them he's shutting down Hell's Kitchen and that they're all leaving the next morning. Robert interviews that he is outraged that Gordon is snatching away his dream. Chef Ramsay continues, "I've just called Borgata Hotel [the place where the winner will allegedly be running things]. You're all going. To Atlantic City." Most of the chefs act happy and relieved, but Robert still seems ticked: "Aaw, [bleep] this, man. I can't [bleep] handle this." Gordon forces everyone back into line and tells them that they'll be getting inspired and smelling success and whatever. Ben talks about the door to success being opened, but to my sorrow he doesn't start talking about Wizards and Dragonslaying or whatever Coach was blathering on about on Survivor tonight.
Everyone goes back to the dorm and squeals in delight. Andrea in particular gives Ben a big hug from behind while he's shaving. I don't think that's safe.
The next morning, everyone piles into a van to shouts of "Atlantic City, gentlemen!" and "Yeah, boyeeee!" They board yet another private jet at LAX as Ben mixes a metaphor for your enjoyment: "Here you are on your way to the end of the tunnel, and the end of the tunnel has sent you its personal form of transportation." There is champagne and hooting and whatnot, and they arrive at Atlantic City. The limo pulls up to the Borgata to more Yeah Boyee-ing.
As the chefs enter the hotel, they are greeted by a line of women. Robert goes for the classy approach: "I'll have you, you, you, a-and you." Michael Facenda, the Director of Marketing, greets them. Andrea interviews that she feels a couple of half-naked men would have been nice.