Team Feast starts making a list of what they should serve, and Betty tells us they ended up with a list of about thirteen items. Betty then drops this bit of intelligence, "We have to throw an LA party, we damn well better offer great food." Because you wouldn't want to offer great food at a party in another location. Team Famine -- comprised of Cliff, Michael, Mia, and headed by Elia -- sounds like they've planned two different things. Mia asks, "Does someone think we should have four different kinds?" No one seems to be saying that. Elia decided they should have "two tops." Mia opines, "If we only have two, they better be fucking kick ass." Everyone agrees. Elia doesn't believe in quantity over quality. Team Famine brainstorms. Smoked salmon rolls and gazpacho are thrown out. Mia trots out the tasty but decidedly tired Gorgonzola-stuffed figs wrapped in prosciutto. Elia doesn't want cheeses. Cliff says, "I'd rather not use Gorgonzola because not everyone likes Gorgonzola." Mia says that particular cheese was just a suggestion. Mia bitches to us that she's a professional caterer who has a lot of valuable experience to bring to the challenge. Huh. Why didn't I ever know she was a caterer? I thought she just owned a restaurant in Oakdale. More cuts of Mia's suggestions and opinions being negated. Mia finally announces that she feels her professional opinions are not being appreciated. Elia gently scoffs at this. Cliff tries to get something out of Mia, but she's just, "No, I'm done." Mia bitches to us about being ignored.
The cheftestants arrive at Restaurant Depot to pick out mass quantities of groceries. Flats of produce, large plastic envelopes of herbs, and boxes of meat are stacked everywhere. It's like the loading dock of a really, really big grocery store. Betty and Sam gather up their stuff for Team Feast. Mia and Michael do the same for Team Famine.
Over at Wild Oats, Ted Ilan and Marcel's hairdos battle it out at the fish counter. Seriously, we all talk about Marcel's hair, but there have been quite a few times when Ted Ilan has mohawked his own follicles in some bizarre attempt to slap Marcel's pompadour with a glove and challenge it to a duel. This is one of those times. Ted Ilan and Marcel decide on mussels. The fishmonger is going to put the netted mussels in a plastic bag. "Uh, don't put them in a plastic bag, they'll suffocate," Marcel orders, his arms folded. Ted Ilan shoots him a look. "I could wrap them in paper," the fishmonger offers. "That'd be better," Ted Ilan says and Marcel echoes this. "Thank you," Ted Ilan adds. Marcel does not echo that. What a punk. "Don't be a dick," Ted Ilan says, playing with his Treo. Marcel protests he's not being a dick, he just doesn't want them to get dead shellfish. You were being a dick, Marcel. Marcel then tells us that although they are working as a team, the cheftestants have to fight for their individual bit of turf. He calls Sam and tells him he's going to do "that Belgian endive thing" if it's cool with him. Son of Sam, on the other end, supposedly says, "Okay, fine" with waved away irritation. I'm not sure how the cameras could have so expertly timed that call and response, but I'm already bleeding from all the possible cuts, I'm gonna stop thinking about it.