And we're out of time. The judges will taste all six desserts, and the winner gets an advantage for the next competition. The only advantage the worst dish will get is cab fare home. So let's start things off with Sharone and his mille-feuille with mixed nuts and a vanilla zabaglione sauce. He does love his splattery dishes, but the judges like his dessert. "That is delicious," Graham says, as the camera cuts to Lee stewing in his own juices. David's turn -- it's a vanilla crème brûlée with a mango orange vanilla coulis. "You know what brûlée means?" Gordon asks, because David's dish looks decidedly un-brûléed. "I think we'll crack before that brûlée cracks," Gordon sneers. Indeed, the surface of the dessert is a gooey, crack-free mess. That said, everything else about David's dish apparently merits no further snark from Gordon.

Whitney's turn. Her dish is a profiterole with chantilly cream and flambéed bananas. Gordon tells her that he's eaten his body weight in profiteroles in France and that her dish had better be good. It is. What is less good is a story that Whitney tells about how the first time she went into a liquor store was just to get booze so she could flambée bananas. "That is kind of sad to me, actually," Graham says. Sad to the both of us, Graham. It's like America's youth don't even care about drinking anymore.

It's Sheetal's turn. She describes her dish as "one layer of mush followed by another layer of mush topped with whipped cream" though you may call it vanilla custard with vanilla pear coulis and whipped cream. The judges are disappointed by what Joe calls a "half-completed dessert." Lee says he's stoked about his bourbon pain perdu -- basically a French toast with walnut vanilla sauce. "This is simply..." Joe begins. Delicious? Ponderous? Saucily presumptions? "Bad," Joe concludes, after a lengthy pause. Bad as a dessert. Bad as a breakfast. Well, that doesn't sound good. As for Mike, his poached pear trifle with vanilla scented brandy causes Gordon to spit his bite into a napkin. Joe wants to know if there's raw eggs in the dish. Mike hems and haws so long we have a commercial break. Spoiler alert: there are. Joe is disappointed and sends Mike back to his station with his hat between his legs.