It's dinner service time, and the dining room is empty. However, up pulls the fire department. In their fire truck. Now, I'm no Denis Leary, but did they just use city property as a taxi? And isn't there something fine-able about using the flashers and sirens when there's no emergency? I'm just wondering. ["The guys in my neighborhood drive their truck to Key Food to shop for groceries. Not that it's allowed, necessarily, but it does happen outside of KN." -- Sars] The firemen pile into the restaurant to not really enjoy their meals. After waiting close to an hour for their food, the firemen find the food cold, dry, and just not good. Ramsay brings Brian out of the kitchen to hear all of this. One fireman says, "The flounder was frozen, it wasn't very flakey," in a forced tone that makes me think Ramsay stood over his shoulder and said, "Look at that flounder, yeh? It's frozen, isn't it? Not very flakey, yeh?" The guy probably agreed because what's he gonna do, and then Ramsay said, "You need to tell the chef that." In the middle of all this, Brian gets pissy that Ramsay is watching him in the kitchen and asking him things like, "Can't you get fresh clams?" (Apparently, they can.) We get a shot of Brian on his cell and then Jason bitches to us that half the time when he goes back to the kitchen, he finds Brian on his phone. However, Ramsay never seems to find him on his phone, so all that tense build-up was for naught.

Oh, but the best part of this segment is Brian's reaction to the firemen's critiques. Take a gander: "He's a volunteer fireman. I do this for a living and for somebody to critique me who doesn't really do it for a living, he oughta really shut up." Which is fine, because the next time he's on fire maybe the volunteer fireman can step back, look at him, and say, "How do you know you're on fire? You don't do this for a living, so you oughta really shut up."