Bayless and Colicchio team up to render judgment on Blue Team's other dishes: the macaroni and cheese topped with bacon and breadcrumbs, chocolate chip cookies rolled in Oreo cookie crumbs and decorated with smiley-faces made from Oreo goo, and the sexy drink, now made with citrus, pineapple, mint, lavender and soda. Stephanie laments that the judges just take the food and run, so they never know what they're thinking. Cleary she didn't speak to Ted.
Who's with Padma, beginning the assault on Red Team's table. Taco salad with chorizo, avocado, shrimp, jalapeno, cabbage and lime dressing; mini sliders with bacon and provolone cheese sauce ("grilled," verifies Ted); grilled pork skewers with pineapple and smoked red curry barbecue sauce (yum); and s'mores on a stick (Padma drops half of hers on Ted's shoe). Red Team definitely seems to be having more fun -- they're animated, working the crowd. Spike feels his team is "more charismatic" than the others, and there's a general air of confidence. Colicchio and Bayless sample the Waldorf chicken salad; corn dogs with pomegranate ketchup and spicy mustard; and a huge dip bar (a dip bar?) with lots of condiments and side dishes and sauces and the dreaded pasta salad.
Before the judges weigh in, the neighbors have a chance to offer their feedback -- Red Team's skewers and sliders get high marks, while the corn dogs were, all together now, soggy. Blue Team's paella didn't sing, but their dessert was "to die for." Red Team unwinds with some basketball and beer, while Blue Team gives them the evil eye, expresses some concern that Red Team's festive attitude might signal that they "demolished us," and sneers that "little hamburgers aren't that great." Well, that was just Richard. And people really like little hamburgers, you snob. Red Team thinks they performed as well as Richard thinks they did, hamming it up with the kids and connecting with the neighborhood.
Back at HQ, Red Team's still feeling good, so they're a bit surprised when Padma appears and asks for Blue Team at the judges' table. No one, of course, knows what it means, but first called is often best, and Andrew starts to get a little defensive. Spike tries to reassure his comrades, but it doesn't work.