Lindsay: Scallop three ways. Her sauce work was a bit overpowering for the scallop. Whatever, scallops are my nemesis too.
Sarah: Pan seared cod with crab curry and amaranth. Could’ve used more acid. Bam.
Bev: If the Korean gnome suddenly appears she will be making a shortrib street noodle. FTW. And it would win.
Flo-rah wins. Terlato money is exchanged. The Masters move on.
Lindsay is mad at Sarah for winning and also at herself, cause that’s how she rolls. Paul is mad at the Scoville scale, himself, and the expectations of most of America that the guy who cooks Japanese food everyday would win the Asian challenge.
Fire and Ice time. Dinner for 150 people. They have to cook a course and provide a matching cocktail with fire and ice components.
At the Whole Foods, Paul wants 1000 grams of king crab. Love the man, but learn to speak metric. Didn’t this man deal dope? That’s a kilogram, Paul. Guess he missed those Miami Vice reruns. That’s how I learned metric. If Tubbs is holding 4400 grams of Colombian gold, how much would that be in kilograms?
How many times can these people throw Bev under the bus? Lindsay is cooking halibut because Bev fucked up her halibut last time. She makes this abundantly clear. In another world Bev is cooking those tender prom queen ribs with a creepy, distant grin.