This is the face of a man who's not ready to fist pump.

Hello Jersey ladies! It's never too early for shots.

Sure, she can turn Jersey into Vegas -- just give it time.

Artie is not hearing your attempts to trash this party up. Keep it classy folks.

Jasmine doesn't care how fancy you think you are Artie. There will be strippers.

. . . and sex toys. Shawn is just going to pick up a few things for himself while they are there.

There are no words for whatever is happening in this photo.

D'andre doesn't know where Ché might be.

It seems Gravy has trouble with the baby, so he won't be able to work.

Without Gravy, Kiku is moving from the bakery to the savory.

With Ché missing, Roblé makes some calls to find a temporary replacement.

Ché Gravy? Is that you?

At least the joke helped these two loosen up a bit. Sheesh.

As the boys investigate the ice luge, they find it's not so much a luge at all.

What am I supposed to do with this ice sculpture in the summer?

Put all of your money on red! Or black! Or both?!? It's a party.

Not the normal way to admire an ice sculpture but a valid way to enjoy it as well.

Stripper + fire = awesome

As the Jersey women remarked, she has pretty perfect breasts.

Let the human party favor show you how to work it.

Don't worry, Jazz learned her lesson and hired female and male entertainment.

However, perhaps the male stripper could have avoided grinding on the dog as well. . .

Roblé has some questions about Ayan's idea of a great bachelorette party.

Ayan makes no mention of jello shots, strippers, or ice luges.

And for the Roblé can rejoice!

Next up, Roblé has to cater to the very specific whims of Bevy Smith of "Dinner With Bevy" fame.

She wants sexy, non-white lady gazpacho and a key lime pie that is not key lime. Got that?

Oh like you've never heard the song -- "you put the lime in the semifreddo."

Ruh roh.

Yup, you saw that right Roblé. Rob just knocked over a vat of key lime juice.

Mr. Ali was taking no prisoners on this one -- Rob is going to be juicing until the cows come home.

In other giant animal news, Bevy Smith got exactly the sort of stallion she wanted -- sort of.

Can we all just agree -- Jasmine really nailed the decor this week.

No talking. The group works in silence until Bevy is pleased.

Jasmine doesn't look exactly thrilled with the service.

Someone made a ménage à trois joke, and is being adorably shy about it.

Bevy (and Johnny Weir!) are in love with the gazpacho -- even if it's not in the right order.

Artie tries to lay the smackdown on Shawn.