‘Hell’s Kitchen’ recap: Please don’t let it be Sabrina....
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Where were we before that pesky baseball thingy interrupted us?
Oh, yes. Sabrina is still like nails on a chalkboard with streetwalker style. Trevor spends more time defending himself than actually cooking. Gale just looks befuddled. I can’t see beyond Jillian’s eyebrows -- but her confessionals are endlessly amusing.
Frankly, I’m not rooting for any player this season, no one really stands out for me. I’m going to put the two redheads -- Nona versus Russell -- in the finals. What thinketh you? Nona needs to step up, and Russell needs to step off with that ballistic temperament. (Russell: It’s a game. Of course people are going to try to throw you under the bus. That’s the whole point of this thing.) But I think they’re the best of the bunch.
This week we had one of ‘Hell’s Kitchen’’s best challenges: The taste test. It never, ever gets old watching chefs mistake filet mignon for chicken, or black truffle for watercress. And it was even sweeter after nearly all the chefs failed to identify the dishes chef Gordon Ramsay trotted out as being from a fast food joint or, heaven help us, a gas station. But, man, are the cheftestants unsympathetic when their fellow colleagues screws up. It’s not like any of them perfectly aced that challenge.
No surprise that Vinny was sent home, but I was kinda surprised that Rob’s ride was cut short. Were you?
--Rene Lynch
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