They walk into the ferry and find their knives and a note from Padma. The note says that they are supposed to make a dish using whatever ingredients they can find in the snack bar, and the time limit is however long it takes their ferry to get to Ellis Island. Their ingredient choices are pretty much what you would expect in a snack bar: packaged baked goods, nachos, hot dogs, bags of chips, and suchlike. A lot of processed foods and very few fresh ingredients, and not a lot of means for cooking them. Once the ship's horn blows, time starts, and they all start running and scrambling for ingredients. They don't know how much time they have, and there's no kitchen equipment really.
Tiffany decides to make some sort of nachos, which seems like a bit of a cop out since the place sells nachos, unless she's doing something really creative. Antonia is making a grilled cheese sandwich on a hot dog roller grill, using ingredients scavenged from other sandwiches. Blais is making hot dogs using an MRE kit that he just happened to have in his knife bag, which instantly boils water. While that's a neat trick, there is a hot dog grill RIGHT THERE. I mean, wouldn't you rather have a grilled hot dog than a boiled one?
Carla thinks everyone else is making junk food, so she's going a different way and making an orange salad with rosemary infused juice. I'm not sure where she's getting the rosemary from. Maybe some chips that were rosemary flavored? I think that's it. Antonia tries to give everyone an idea of how far they are from Ellis Island, but turns out that she has no clue. Mike is making a soup with pork rinds and hot dog buns, which sounds gross and like something you would only eat on a dare. And even then, it would have to be a really good dare. Mike says there are chunks of soggy bread in it. Well, sign me up. Carla thinks that Blais has just made "a hot dog with a lot of stuff on it." Antonia finally figures out where they are, and where they are is: close. Tiffany realizes that making just nachos is lame, so she's making popcorn too. Well, don't strain yourself, girl. This is a lame challenge but they are making lame food as well. Mike finishes on time but realizes how terrible his dish is, and says he wouldn't serve it to his cat. Well, if your cat is anything like mine, it wouldn't eat it anyway. My cats barely deign to eat the actual cat food that I give them most of the time. They only want food they can't have, like chocolate ice cream. One time, I was sitting on the couch holding a cookie, and gesturing with the cookie in my hand, and one of my cats sailed through the air and grabbed the cookie in her mouth midair. I almost had to let her eat it because it was so impressive. But I didn't. Cool story, Kim.