Dent, I think it is, shows up at Antonia's grill just before the judges for a jerk chicken sandwich with pickled onion, banana, and pineapple -- the judges enjoy the flavor, but Colicchio thinks she should have put the banana and the pineapple on the sandwich instead of serving them on the side. As a few tailgaters weigh in, we discover that the ratings will be delivered in football terms: touchdown, fumble, etc. Ryan, incapable of handling service himself, has enlisted a bunch of beefy fans to help, ordering them to grab salt, calling to Mark for a towel, and generally putting on a ridiculous floor show. People seem to be eating it up, but he looks like an ass to me -- I have never been able to understand why people fall for that kind of cutesy, phony, look-at-me bullshit, but they do. I've seen it happen too often, I find it insufferable, and it fills me with hatred.
Ryan bumps into Kahan, or Colicchio, or both of them, as the judges arrive to sample his bread salad (or "panzanella" -- thanks, douche) with marinated chicken, poached pear, and brandy cocoa (with marshmallows). Ryan thinks he'll be the winner because "it's not typical tailgate food," which might indeed set him apart, but unfortunately his dish is grossly inappropriate as well as atypical. While a few of the fans seem to like the items, one girl says, "This is so hard to eat," and the judges aren't given screen time to offer their thoughts.
Andrew, hamming it up in a football helmet, needs a Ritalin as he tells the Fridge that he's "in the game, this is what I am, this is my house, and this is what I play." What he plays is a beer-, Dijon-, and sweet-soy-glazed shrimp with potato parsnip puree, apple and bacon chutney. It doesn't look great, although not much does when it's plated on Bears-ware, and the judges pronounce it delicious, while Gayle describes Andrew (who's gotten himself semi-stuck inside his helmet) as "a trip." Colicchio seems skeptical about the parsnip puree, perhaps because he's sick of tasting some variation of it every time he eats Andrew's food.
In what seems like a random aside (but isn't, of course), Nikki's whining about small portions and wanting to make sure everyone gets fed before Lisa shows off her skirt steak with corn cake and salsa verde. Jen's got her Zoi Memorial harissa-marinated chicken with tzatziki and quinoa tabouli, and Richard's got the paté melt, which is pork, veal, and pork fat, topped with spicy mayonnaise and a pickled cucumber. He keeps saying "we," even though this is an individual challenge; just when you thought Richard couldn't get any more lame, he does. The burger seems to be going over well, though. Damn you and your good cooking, Blaise!