Not that her braised lamb shank was such a bright idea either. Especially not when it's tough. Especially not when it's sitting on top of a heap of "sun choked mashed potatoes", immediately following an ultra rich mound of foie gras, butter and cheese-loaded risotto. Did two unseasonal offerings on her watch make Sara deserving of the rotating knives? Maybe. Maybe not.
If anybody could be said to have warranted elimination on the basis of one, isolated error, it would have to be Dale. In perhaps the single worst (and truly epic) decision of three seasons of "Top Chef", Dale figured that the customers of his start-up restaurant don't actually want to taste or smell their food, they want their clothes and every pore and follicle of their bodies to be permeated with the unholy stench of vanilla candles. They want to leave the restaurant smelling like a whorehouse or a peep show.
Fortunately, Dale made an otherwise excellent front man; the perfect, professional mix of competent, friendly and energetic host on the floor -- and hard-driving Queen Bitch in the waiter's station. Other than his jaw-dropping insane urge to make his dining room smell like Grandma, he did an outstanding job, didn't get flustered, held things together and restored some degree of honor to his clan. That might, and arguably should, have saved him.