So, yeah, been meaning to write about Hell’s Kitchen for a couple of weeks now. I’m actually kind of glad I didn’t do it before the most recent episode because then I would have to eat crow. The third and fourth episodes were totally boring and I was all ready to complain. And what the hell was up with the Asian cowboy guy who totally sucks and is a huge pussy? UGH. Come ON, dude! Ugh… of course they get some chef from a pension home, and not a badass chef like the dudes from God of Cookery. I mean, I knew right from episode one that he wasn’t gonna be bustin out some esoteric traditional Szechuan dish or Oyster brains in sea cucumber penis sauce or something, but you could have done better than sitting around and crying the whole time. Way to let us down and be a huge pussy.

Anyway, on Monday things got more interesting. The redhead with the soul-patch and the huge boobs went nutso, and it was hilarious. She was running around like a lost toddler (ugh), but instead of asking FOR help, she was offering it. The whole wedding thing was kinda lame. However, it spawned the best part of the episode: when Jean Phillipe totally pwnd the wedding planner, sending him to talk to Gordon rather than answering his question. That sneaky Belgian.