Bryan is braising short ribs, so he debones them first to make the cooking time faster. He is into local cooking anyway, and he doesn't think his brother is, so he feels he has an advantage. Michael interviews that there's a sibling rivalry, and he wants to beat Bryan, even if it means feelings are going to get hurt. I don't think Michael understands that you can beat someone fair and square without hurting his or her feelings; it's called not being a dick about it. Michael clearly hasn't mastered that yet.
Colicchio shows up to chat with the cheftestants. Kevin's up first, and admits that he's a little worried about braising his brisket in the time limit. Jen actually has time to talk about her dish, which never happens. Bryan explains his dishes, and as usual he has like a million ingredients. Michael quickly explains his dishes and Colicchio leaves. Afterwards, he interviews that he has concerns about Kevin with the time limit, and that Jen seems nervous. He adds that the Volt Brothers are both making really complicated dishes, vying for family bragging rights.
Jen worries that the grill isn't getting hot enough and Kevin tries to help her out. Apparently, she was the only one planning on grilling and she didn't tend to the coals, and they started to go out. She quickly changes her game plan, but she's disappointed. Kevin's got his own set of problems; his brisket is not as tender as he'd like and time is running out. Then there's some more sibling rivalry bullshit. Michael worries that his eggs won't be fully cooked, but he's running out of time too. He utters my favorite line of the night: "It's up to the egg at this point." Isn't that always the case?
The cheftestants carry their food to the lawn outside, where they will be serving the partygoers. Kevin chops some herbs while noting that he's had fun competing and he hates to see someone go home. Michael is happy to see that his eggs and foie gras both came out perfectly. Kevin thinks his food and flavors are good, but he thinks everyone made good food today.