Chef Ramsay finally sent poor, pathetic, delusional Matty home. It was long overdue. My prediction is that things will run a whole lot more smoothly now that this rubber-faced, sweat-soaked goofbag is finally gone.
There isn't much to say about this episode: appendages were burned, bloody meat was sent back to the kitchen, Ramsay screamed a lot--typical Hell's Kitchen fare, I'm afraid. I just can't seem to locate my excitement for this show anymore. I was told by some friends that Top Chef is much better, so maybe I'll check that out next season, but for now I'm going to stick it out with Ramsay and Company, just like I did with the Matrix Gang (OMG, those last two Matrix's movies sucked balls!).
The wife and I noticed last night that the two most despised characters on this year's Hell's Kitchen are named Matt and Jen. I don't know about her, but that fact hurt my feelings. Also, the manufactured drama really turned me off last night. Last week's "shocking end," in which Matt was sent back to the men's team and Jen rejoined the ladies in the red kitchen, turned out to not matter at all when the teams were combined. Dumb.
Oh well, next week's Cougar Cooking Class might inject some much needed fun into the proceedings. And if he cleans up his station and washes his hands, I think Charlotte's own Gentleman Petrozza has a good chance of taking it all. Now if I could only find the energy to care.
