
Last night we got to see the cheftestants get all gussied up for a night out on the town, only to then witness their crushed faces when they realized they’d have to cook on their “night off.”
We felt badly for the cheftestants, but did they seriously believe they were getting a night off? We’re sure everyone watching at home saw that “curveball” coming from a mile away. That said, while we’re totally OK with producers throwing curveballs, this really was most unfair to the women. The guys could roll up their sleeves — or strip down to an undershirt, like Tre — but there wasn’t any getting around high heels and uncomfortable low-cut tops.
Lucky Dale, who won the Quickfire (a not-so-interesting Coldstone Creamery ice cream challenge), was the only one who did actually get the night off. So while the others toiled away into the wee hours of the morning, Dale got to sip wine and enjoy a four-course meal at Govind Armstrong’s Table 8. (Did we mention that he was the guest judge for the evening?)
The unlucky cheftestants drew knives to divide into two teams. The Black Team: Brian, Tre, Sara M. and Hung. The Orange Team (of disaster): CJ, Sara N., Casey and Howie. Honestly, that probably would’ve been an OK team had it not been for Howie. As we all know, he doesn’t work well with others. At all.
The Black Team took a sensible route of dividing up the stations in the kitchen trailers. The Orange Team seemed to let Howie take charge of the menu, since he’s from Miami and has done a lot of bar food-type menus. They went a more Latin route, which is all fine and good, but if you’re doing Latin in Miami, you’d better do it well. We’re looking at you Howie.
Anyway, the Orange Team set up a raw bar outside with oysters, where Brian hung out and worked the crowd. They also served jerk steak tacos, onion rings and chicken wings, and Tre’s grits with bacon-wrapped shrimp. (We ourselves absolutely adore shrimp ‘n’ grits, and we wholeheartedly agree with Ted Allen that the addition of bacon was a genius move. We imagine that’s the reason he won the challenge.)
The Black Team had café con leche, milkshakes, sliders, quesadillas, tostones, and medianoches. That last one was Howie’s doing. At first, they were called Cuban sandwiches, but then we saw them listed as medianoches. As soon as we saw the photo of the sandwich, we said “but that’s not the right bread for a medianoche.” About 10 seconds later: a clip of one of the partygoers saying the exact same thing. See, a Cuban sandwich is made with crusty Cuban bread; for a medianoche, you’re supposed to use a special sweet bread, which Howie certainly did not do. And then at the Judges’ Table, he admitted that they didn’t have a press, and that’s why the sandwiches didn’t turn out well. Howie dear, if you knew you had no sandwich press, then why bother doing a medianoche at all?! It makes no sense to me. If you’re doing any type of Cuban sandwich in Miami, it had better be pressed, and it had better be good. (Other options for a good late-night snack sandwich: a variation on pan con croqueta, a sandwich of bread and ham croquettes which doesn’t necessarily need to be pressed. Yes, it might be difficult making the croquetas, but that could all be done during the prep work time, and then they’d be easy to assemble once the partygoers arrived.)
That’s the main reason I think Howie should’ve gone home last night. He screwed up a medianoche. In Miami. And he’s from Miami. And the milkshakes, which everyone complained about, were supposed to be his thing, but because he was so busy making his subpar sandwiches, Sara N. had to pick up his slack. Also, the man really is a jerk who regularly messes up group dynamics. In the end, unfortunately, Sara N. went home, mainly because her head was just out of it during the entire challenge.
And CJ, please try not to be in the bottom again. Really. It pains us too much. We can’t bear the thought of you being eliminated.
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