I just realized that Hell's Kitchen is a lot like Game of Thrones. For one thing, I can't keep up with the characters. From week to week, I don't know anyone's name and instead refer to each as "Fat fingers," "Goombah," "Twerkette," and "Dyre Cougar." Gordon Ramsay helps things along by calling whoever is the biggest idiot of the week a "donkey." That's what he gets for casting 14 Hodors.
The women finally lost a challenge, which meant that the men got to go to the generic luxury hotel in L.A. and ogle a yoga instructor while she attempted to bend their chi and sculpt their chakras. It was actually quite gross how they all stared at her crotch; it's like they are at San Quentin and this is the first woman they have been near in months.
This week they made gourmet pizza and Wolfgang Puck showed up. He's a bit of a joke, really; anytime you hear about someone going to a celebrity chef's restaurant, his is always the one that gets the lowest reviews. I believe he also has a frozen pizza line that is equally as disappointing. Nevertheless, he was there to judge the creations of these guys. Being in the Bay Area, if someone says "gourmet pizza," even the worst cooks among us can come up with an interesting idea for toppings. Not these schmucks... prosciutto and arugula was about as wild as they got.
When it came to dinner service, they had screwed up so many pizzas and threw them out that they ran out of dough and had to apologize to the patrons. Ramsay fished all the tossed pizza out of the trash (well, actually he had a minion do that) and lined it all up on two huge tables.
I've often gaped at how much food they waste on this show. Just once he should take them to a soup kitchen or food pantry where they can see starving families. I wonder if it would make them have more respect for the ingredients they continually mangle beyond recognition.
I would be remiss if I didn't point out that Gordon is not as apoplectic as usual this season. His veins haven't popped out of his neck, he hasn't thrown a lot of stuff, and the F-bombs aren't falling like Dresden. He seems resigned when he boots someone, a quiet sigh of defeat as he moves ever closer to being stuck with The Biggest Loser. This week he told Carrion Lannister that his time was up, right before he plunged a sword deep into his bowels and then threw him to the White Trash Walkers.