He certainly has an effect on people.

Jen, like most great chefs, has wine bottles coming out of her head.

We don't like to gossip, but we heard a rumor that Ryan is Rocco's twin from a parallel universe. But which of them is evil?

Rocco, riveted.

He sure likes to gesture.

And to read ingredients. Low-calorie ingredients!

Maybe Rocco just really wants them to take his hand at this point. We're not quite certain.

Purple, outnumbered.

"Blend, damn you, blend!"

A spoon is proffered.

If they touch each other, they might explode.

It's a-peeling!!! (There's a double meaning).

Ryan, sporting a pretty dope watch.

Jeff Ross, asking for a completely different meal.

Damaris and Jung Lee, pulling off paisley one-pieces.

Jeff, jesting.

Jungian analysis.

"Too funny!"

"Oh, STOP!"

Chazz.

Thinking of what to say next.

One of the party's many pink shirts.

A model guest.

Digging the pocket square.

Shrimp in the city.

They're more than half-way through that wine.

Active listening.

Maybe he's telling a Bronx tale. Yeah, probably.

Bonus Bravo game: Count the number of glasses in this shot.

The usual suspects.

Most of Rocco's nights end like this.