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Hola Robleezy fans. We're back and getting bigger and bigger this week, with a Jersey bachelorette party and a dinner party for none other than the Ms. Bevy Smith. No pressure. No tequila-soaked pressure at all. Let's recap shall we?
Tore Down Drunk
After making what looks to be the most delicious banana nut waffles I've ever seen, Jasmine informs Roblé that she's already booked the next client -- a Jersey bachelorette who wants to bring Vegas gambling and carousing to the Garden State.
And those girls aren't kidding. When Roblé and Jazz get to the consult the ladies are already drinking and begging for an ice luge. Foodwise, they're thinking of fancy grilled cheese and brussel sprouts (which are actually my two favorite foods, which either makes me a lush or a small child), so Roble ponders foods that have maximum alcohol soaking up potential. Meanwhile Jazz and Shawn soak up the sexy vibe at a sex toy shop, assembling some delightfully good goodie bags for the guests (making it the second party of the season with vibrators! One more and it's a trend).
After Che doesn't make it (the baby was sick), Kiku steps up and helps with the savory, which is good because there was lots to be done -- asparagus flan! Razor clams casino! Jello Shots with Pop Rocks in them. It's pretty stressful. Roblé even micromanages a bit, until Adam finally slips on Che's glasses to calm everyone down.
And despite the luge not being an actual luge, everything works out. The ladies get "tore down drunk" and eat as much food as Roble gives them. The sailor stripe does not disappoint -- even if he grinds on a dog. This made me wonder if last week's wedded pooches got a lapdance before walking down the aisle. It seems sad that they would have begun married life without getting on more chance to get frisky.
A Bevy of Requests
Roblé's next event is a biggie. He's catering an event for dinner party impresario Bevy Smith. This is no goobery dog wedding, these are legit hardcore foodies who want five-courses of delicious and ridiculous food. All of the dishes need to be delicious. Bevy does not want "white lady" gazpacho. She must have lobster. She loves key lime -- but not a key lime pie. Everything must be sexy. I love when people describe food as sexy. It makes total sense, of course, food can be super sensual, but it just seems like such a vague notion. What kind of sexy? Do you want sexy and aloof? Sexy and sophisticated? Sexy and unavailable (which is personally how I like all my food, sexy and not open).
I have to really commend Jazz for the decor of this party. It was really, really beautiful. I'm a sucker for natural green flowers and dark purples, and the horse lamp also really added something (Hello Kelly Killoren Bensimon!). Also, of course, the food looked ri-donk-ulous. That lobster! Even the farmer's market salad looked insane. Of course, things didn't make it to the plate without a few mishaps (Rob will probably never look at a lime without a twinge of sadness again), but thank god there were enough limes in the world to create the amazing semi-fredo. Dear G-d, did that look amazing. It's definitely the sophisticated twist on Cherry Limeade I've been waiting my whole life for.
Of course the bigger drama was Shawn's issues with the waitstaff. At the end of the day, Bevy didn't say anything -- but that doesn't mean he couldn't have handled the evening a little better. Next week will tell what the fallout of his fight with Artie was.
In the Mix
Speaking of good looking, seal-trained men (or at least Bevy is), Will the mixologist took Jazz out on a date. Can we talk about how ridiculously handsome he is? Also, he has some sort of hot accent and loves art. Keep this going Jasmine.
Next week Bleezy and Co. deal with a vegetarian disaster and a kooky old lady -- who are surprisingly to separate people. Don't miss it.