Nikki, pulling a bad Anna Wintour by wearing her aviator shades in the store (long night?), loves comfort food and immediately thinks "sausage and pepper hero" when she thinks football. She also buys shrimp "in case someone doesn't eat sausage," like maybe Jen or Koren. Mark notices that a few people are homing in on the shrimp, which cramps his "throw a shrimp on the Barbie" roots, so he's going for chicken skewers and chowder. Ryan, a self-proclaimed "metrosexual," doesn't like sports and spends his "money on good clothes, I like to go out and dance." Sometimes, when Ryan starts talking, I want to like him for a second, and then he keeps talking, and I just can't. He's going to do it his way -- "California tailgating" -- and knocks fists with the butcher in a way that signifies douchebag the world over, before joking to the clerk that she can put all of his food on Mark's bill. God, it's hard to type when I'm laughing so hard.
Back in the kitchen, there will be two hours to prep, before packing everything for transport to Soldier Field. Andrew -- also not a sports guy, which seems to be the standard refrain for almost everyone, expect Dale -- is one of the shrimp people, and is using bacon, always a surefire hit (at least he hopes so -- just ask Lisa). Stephanie, clutching a handful of bacon as well, explains that she's going to give Chicagoans what they want ("a little more than just your average hot dog or hamburger") by making pork tenderloin with a pear, potato, and bacon salad. Spike, "attacking [his] prep work," shows off his inner nature by manhandling a ton of wings, all enrobed with a bright red spice rub.