Hell’s Kitchen – Southern Cuisine goes south

Eeps. I knew that my lovely Le Chef Hawt was heading for a huge meltdown. I know what you’re thinking. “Tara! He always has meltdowns!” And you would be right. But … being the student that I am of Hell’s Kitchen, I can tell you that this season is taxing Gordon to the limit.

(At this juncture I have to give a shout and thank you to my buddy Chuck Duncan for taking this show over for me while I was at Comic-Con. He’s a true pally, and did the show proud.)

All I can say is this. That’s what you get for picking mediocre “chefs” with strange-ass, volitile personalities to up the ratings. I’m sorry. Sue me. But that’s just how I feel.

Take “The Ousted One” this week: Kimmie. I could’ve (and most likely did) tell you that there was less than a Good Humor’s Rocket Pop chance in Hades that she would win this show. In fact, she’s just lucky that the other doofuses messed up as much as they did. It got her into the top ten. Undeservedly so.

Here’s just some reasons why I could look at her and listen to her and tell you she is in no way head chef material for my Gordon.

1.) She’s a troublemaker who has called out and gone against every living human breathing in her vicinity. Yeah. Not a head chef leader.

2.) She doesn’t even remotely look the part. She was slovenly and ill mannered. (Okay. Gordon swears like it’s going out of style, but he’s always cute at least.)

3.) She cried too much. (Ramsay can only take so much crying.) Do you mean to tell me that in a high pressure Las Vegas steakhouse kitchen when it hits the fan, it’s acceptable to dissolve in tears and point fingers? Um … no.

4.) She can’t express herself in a fashion that would be demanded of her in a business atmosphere. Case in Point? Alright. Here’s a quote that is typical …

“Dude, just taste the fucking shit!” – To the camera about Chef Ramsay finding fault with her presentation during the challenge.

Need I say more?

I don’t think so.

It was about time. Seriously.

And as Gordon pointed out? The Southern Cuisine should have been as easy as sweet potato pie for her. Kimmie herself talked that she “does this all day” and had it in the bag and was in like Flynn. (Yeah. That last reference was all mine. Kimmie wouldn’t know who Errol Flynn was if he rose up from the grave and threw a crab cake at her.)

Anyway. Nothing to write home about in this episode. Now I’m just waiting for her cohort in crass, Robyn, to get it.

What say you?

Clacked by Tara Shrodes
on Jul 24, 2012 @ 03:19 EST5EDT