Sheldon has made a fried Brussels sprouts salad with a burnt orange Thai vinaigrette. Hugh tastes it and says that the Brussels sprouts taste good even though they're out of season, and it needs a little more vinaigrette. Bart has made a huge salad of spiny lobster with beets, asparagus and potatoes. It's not so much huge as it is long. Hugh says that the lobster is well cooked but there is a lot going on. Brooke has made a kale salad with Brussels sprouts leaves and lemon vinaigrette. Hugh thinks the fried kale is awesome and he would be proud to serve this salad -- she's through to Seattle immediately. Bart and Sheldon are both like, "Why didn't he send me through immediately? Did my salad suck?"
Gina and her bangs made "a delicious, seasonal grilled salad," and Hugh interrupts to say that he's about to find out if it's actually delicious. Who describes their food that way, at least on this show? Don't we just assume it's delicious? Anyway, it has sautéed and grilled zucchini with carrots, pea sprouts, and a balsamic reduction. Zucchini is my enemy, so I already hate it. Hugh says it's a little "weedy" or "weighty," I can't tell, but neither one is good. Gina squeaks, "You're going to make me cry, stop it!" Hugh says that they could make her cry, but and Gina yells, "Don't make me cry!" Someone is a leeeeetle high strung. Hugh rolls his eyes and says, "It looked nice" and runs away. She is a train wreck.
Moving on to Danyele, who made a grilled watermelon and tomato salad with charred tomato vinaigrette. Man, do these people love a vinaigrette. Hugh likes it, although all of the grilling has given it a slight propane flavor (ouch), but it's very Texas, which he likes.
Decision time. Hugh says that, like the other judges, he's choosing people he thinks could win the competition, and it will be three out of four. I get confused for a minute: does he mean three of these four, or two of them plus Brooke, who already got sent through? Gina's going home (yay!) and in her exit interview, she says that she's more than a chef, she's a movement. I really, really want to make a bowel movement joke, but I'm classier than that. No, I'm really not.