Tiffany and a server bring out the second course. Marcel made roasted monkfish with kalamata olives, peperonata, and parsley. Mike made braised pork belly with octopus and cannellini beans. Ludo says that the monkfish was mushy and Bourdain adds, "It was fucking baby food." One of the diners hates the foam, because he's a normal person. Everyone has good things to say about Mike's pork belly. Colicchio looks exhausted, like eating this food is just taxing him and he can't wait to get the fuck out of there.

Back in the kitchen, Mike and Marcel are talking it out with Angelo as referee. Marcel thinks that Mike was only taking care of his own food and not being careful about the monkfish that Marcel was serving. Angelo says that when they bicker, it affects everybody. Marcel tries to take control and says that they are already moving past it and adds, "No more comments from the fucking peanut gallery." Angelo turns to look at Mike, laughing, like, "Can you fucking believe this asshole Marcel?" Dude, Angelo was trying to keep Mike from punching you in the face. Have a little gratitude. Marcel tries to pretend like he resolved everything and everyone else should just shut up and fall in line. Ugh. I feel so bad for the people on his team.

Tiffany serves the third course featuring Antonia's ricotta gnudi, braised oxtail ragout, arugula, and lemon zest, along with Mike and Angelo's slow-cooked lamb chop, cauliflower puree, turmeric, and honey. Padma thought Antonia's food was too salty, but Bourdain liked it and another diner called it the best dish of the night. There is unanimous praise for the lamb dish, although most people think it might be too little, too late for the meal as a whole. Antonia is trying to keep track of how many dishes are waiting to be served and Marcel interrupts her and starts yelling out other numbers. As she is trying to ask him to shut it, he asks her about dessert and then says defensively, "Are you going to answer my question?" Then he mutters to himself about how things change and everyone needs to adapt. Ugh. He is the worst. THE WORST!

Tiffanhy brings out the smoking or steaming plate for dessert: Marcel's duo of peaches: unripened peach and sweet peach with coconut foam and powder. Wow, that sounds delicious, except by delicious, I mean disgusting. Why would I want to eat an unripened peach? And in what context does foam and powder sound like something you'd want in a dessert? In my dessert, I want words like gooey and chocolate. That sounds terrible. It's so Marcel. Bourdain calls it "a perfect storm of fucking awfulness."