Say what you want about Gordon Ramsay and this show, but its one of the few cooking competitions that give women an even shake. Top Chef is the worst, seemingly breaking all ties between men and women by going with the XY chromosome every time. Hell's Kitchen's final six are four women (Kashia, Melanie, Joy, and Rochelle) and two men... two very annoying men named Scott and Jason who I can't see sticking around.
For a change of pace, and lordy does this show need one, the cooks all had a Masterchef style competition for USC tailgating party thingie. Everyone made a sandwich and the revelers voted for their favorite. Naturally the one with the most fat won, and by that I mean not only the pork belly sandwich but its progenitor, Jason. "The whole college thing! I was pumped up!" he explained, happy to finally be spending time at a university. Dream big, Jason. He tied with Scott and both of them got to relax with fine wine while everyone else literally had to pick through trash back at the restaurant.
Here's the good news: Gordon finally started ripping into everyone, completely losing his marbles at the donkey dinner service. What took him so long? The diners were all giggling and staring, finally getting their money's worth. Sadly, Kaisha effed up the service completely, America's sweetheart from deep-woods Mississippi who had never had any real cooking experience before the show. God, I wanted her to win, but as Gordon said goodbye to her he pulled out his usual "keep your head held high" spiel. As with any of the contenders that come from working class backgrounds, I always say a little prayer for them when they are removed. What will be next for them? Will she continue to be a line cook somewhere? Or will she go to cooking school? Will she look back at her time on Hell's Kitchen as her shining moment in life?
Eh, maybe I've been reading too much Steinbeck.