As the camera catches a de-whited DonKen scraping up some dribs and drabs from a pan in Keller's kitchen and shoving it in his mouth, Tiffani interviews how totally awful DonKen is. Tiffani catches DonKen eating the food and asks, "Are you eating off the fucking rack? Are you going to ask someone if you can have that or are you just going to take?" DonKen asks if she wants him to ask her. Wha--? Tiffani tells him he's unbelievable (something I'm sure he agrees with) and informs him that he made a mockery of the whole challenge. DonKen rolls his eyes and walks away.
In the cars -- where not only did the directors make sure to place DonKen in the same vehicle, but they made DonKen and Tiffani sit next to each other -- DonKen has an arm slung across the seat behind Tiffani. The drama continues. Lee Anne and Tiffani comment that they had a lot of fun working the line. "I did too," DonKen adds, "tasting them sauces, they were so good." Lee Anne tells him not to even start because he's harshing her buzz. DonKen plays dumb. Lee Anne interviews that she initially felt sorry for the prick, but now she doesn't think he even deserves to wear a chef's coat. "It's time to vote the asshole off the island." That's my girl!
Next day, it's the Elimination Challenge and -- oh, hello, Golden Gate and Painted Ladies! I totally live across the park from those Full Houses. Ew! Ew! EW! They show two guys in succession riding those stupid Segways down Market Street. As a San Franciscan, I object, because I rarely see those Segweirdoes. Maybe once every three months, but certainly not two riders in a row! Unless you're Gob Bluth with flowing, flappy trousers, it's just not cool. The chefs arrive at Bryan's on California to do a little grocery shopping. Let me tell you something about Bryan's of Laurel Heights. It's not all that. It's overpriced food for bejeweled and benailed women who carry around clutch dogs in their sun-damaged hands. The produce, while attractive and not too blemished (like the matrons), is overpriced even for this city. Plus, if I'm going to pay those prices for produce -- and I did, only once -- I expect label information on a basket of chiles that tells me much more than "assorted chiles." Yeah, I can see that they're "assorted," because some are green, some are red, some are short, and some are long. How about "Thai," "Jalapeno," or "Fresno," you fuckers?! Anyway, the best part of Bryan's is the smaller store. It was the first Bryan's and has always carried only meat and fish. The meat and fish is definitely awesome in selection, presentation, and freshness, but why did they have to get so greedy and annex another space just to sell yogurt for two dollars more than Albertson's? Right, because they can.