Finally, Fabio takes out the dessert course. The first dish is by Fabio: amaretto cake with candied lemon peel and cappuccino mousse. The second dish is by Carla: blueberry pie with dry milk ice cream. I don't know what that means. It looks like an ice cream cone filled with blueberries and laid on its side. It's just an interesting way of plating pie. Bourdain takes a bite of the cake and says, "I really just fucking love Fabio's dessert," and says he's been waiting for Fabio to make a dish like that all season. Ludo liked the pie, but it wasn't amazing or anything. Other diners thought it was fantastic. So there you go. Nothing was terrible, and some things were outstanding. And now it's time to head over to the other restaurant.

Things seem to be going smoothly over at Etch. Tiffany is kibitzing with the diners and she doesn't greet the judges. They seem to get seated quickly, but just by some random server. Luckily, Tiffany spots them pretty quickly (they are seated right next to where she's standing) and goes over. She doesn't seem to greet them very effusively and after Padma asks for two of each dish, Tiffany just kind of wanders over to another table, like you'd think she would put some hustle into getting their order into the kitchen.

Speaking of the kitchen, things aren't going well. Marcel sniffles and snuffles and sweats and then asks Mike if they can talk more about what's going on. Mike agrees without any complaint. Out front, Tiffany is talking to the diners and kind of cackles loudly and obnoxiously. Padma comments that Tiffany seems to think that being a good host is all about schmoozing, and not service. Bourdain notes how unorganized the servers seem, as they don't seem to know which table the various dishes go to. Tom tries to say something but is drowned out by Tiffany's hyena laugh, and Padma says that she shouldn't hear the host's laughter over anything else. Tiffany swings by to check in and Padma tells her that they're hungry and want their food. Seriously, how long should it take? Tiffany relays this message to the kitchen. What are they doing back there? They don't have that many dishes to worry about; shouldn't the food come up pretty quickly? Once they knew the judges were seated, just start firing the food, right?