Harold tells us, "When I saw the wine and truffles, I thought, 'This is why I'm here. This is why I got involved in this competition.'" About bloody time, Harold! Bot tells them they will prepare dishes with "one of the most expensive ingredients money can buy," to pair with "one of the most sought-after wines money can't buy." Additionally, they will be cooking in Napa, "the epicenter of gourmet food and wine." Whatthefuckever. Napa? Blows. Healdsburg? Now that's where the foodies and winos go. That's where the real shit does down. Aside from a precious few restaurants, Napa is for tourists. They're going to be cooking at Copia for "some of the best chefs in Napa Valley." Thomas Keller? Needless to say, they will be under some tough scrutiny. Tiffani bootlicks for us. I choose not to listen.

The judges leave the truffles and wine behind and wish them luck. The cheftestants start sniffing the truffles (Lick it. LICK IT!) and sampling the wine. "It's beautiful. It's got nice legs," Tiffani says. Shut it. I don't know why that particular comment pissed me off, but it did. It's like saying, "This Recchiuti chocolate is nice. It's rich." The cheftestants go to bed.