Customer IMMEDIATELY Regrets Complaining To Ramsay | Hell's Kitchen

Well, good day, yeah? That is amazing. Watch this. This is the most prestigious, honorable chance of a lifetime to work at the most... It's kind of down. ...greatest... That was good. Robert, great impersonations. ...in the bins. We just couldn't stop laughing because it was so funny. Crap! Each customer will choose from either the red menu or the blue. Both teams' menus feature similar dishes, including carpaccio appetizers, steak entrees, and ambitious potato garnishes, Ben's pomme fondant, and Carol's gratin dauphinois. Can I have the off the red menu, please? Okay, I'm gonna go with the blue menu. Um, I would like to order from the red kitchen. The red kitchen? Okay. Yes, I would like to start with the carpaccio. Right, here we go. Listen up. First order, yes? Two appetizers for the red, two appetizers for the blue. On order, two carpaccio beef entree, two New York strip, one medium well, one normal. Yes, Chef. On order, two covers table seven, yes? One bisque, one halibut. Yes, Chef. Yes, Chef. Let's go. Lado, Robert. Let's go, Gio, come on. Where's the beef carpaccio? In my hand, Chef. Let's go. So far, diners are ordering equally from both menus, and the red team quickly sends out their first appetizers. Absolutely zero flavor. It's like eating a piece of paper. Which are quickly sent back. What's the matter? The beef carpaccio, no seasoning whatsoever, Chef. Bland, bland, bland. Absolutely bland. Red team, hey, come here. Beef carpaccio, yeah, bland. Bland. I guess I didn't season it enough. You know, it's not good. It's not good at all. When you slice the beef carpaccio, slice it onto a seasoned plate. You can't just serve bland. Yes, Chef. Refired. One beef carpaccio, nicely seasoned. Yes, Chef. Let's go. I'm going with my steak. Prepare for the plate is hot, Chef. Is that medium? Yes, Chef. Madam. Yes, Chef. Your steak's rare. It's still moving. I just got so screwed up by the potatoes. It was so awful. Madam, one lamb medium. That's correct. You managed to get this one right, yet the ******* steak's not. Weird, isn't it? Carol's inconsistency is crippling the red kitchen. Meanwhile, over on the blue side, Chef Ramsay sizes up Robert's fillets. Robert, two fillet. One nice, one small. Why can't we get any consistency? Look at the size of them. **** me. I cut them. Who cut the fillet? I portioned the fillet, Chef. Oh, my god. Ben cut my meat all fucked up. You know, whatever. You're doing that to sabotage him. Never, Chef. Never. Make yourself look good, yes? Never, Chef. I gave every ******* inch of everything I had tonight. I certainly didn't deserve to be told I'm ******* everyone over. Hey, where's the beef? That's what he gave you? Oh, that was folded like that to make it look like a fillet mignon. I tried to push it down, Chef, yes. A fillet mignon. Yes, Chef. Look at it. I think he was trying to sabotage me, and I think Chef saw it. Ben, you better bring all your bullshit from your book, because I'm coming for you. You're sweating again. I am, Chef. I'll take a moment. I'll take a moment? That wasn't sweat. Those were tears. I was in the ******* weeds. Guy's a ******* donkey. What's the matter? Salty. Oh, Ben. Chef. Right, all three of you, come here. Here we go. Taste time. Quick, quick, dig in there, yeah? Quick, dig in there. Make sure to take a nice big mouthful. Big mouthful. I spit it right out. It was disgusting. Hey, salty soup. Yes, yes, Chef. You're just reheating it. Yes. So how can you **** it? It was bland before. It over-reduced. It's my fault. I should have tasted it, Chef. You're clumsy. You salted it. Yes, Chef. You over-seasoned it. Yes, I did, Chef. You didn't over-reduce it. Yes, Chef. I'm a soldier. That's why I say yes, Chef. Hey, clumsy ****. Yes, Chef. I'm going to put one up right now, Chef. Why are you always looking for excuses, you? No, no, no excuses, Chef. It was my fault. It's coming right now. I don't tuck my head in my ******* oven and cry. Oh, my God. Look at him. Look at ******* him. Ben's salty soup has stalled the blue kitchen, leaving some blue diners to watch red diners at the same table enjoy their appetizers. Mine is so good. I'm so sorry, you guys. I'm happy. Meanwhile, one red diner is still not enjoying her appetizer. It's the same goddamn thing. He plated the same thing. Oh, gosh. I am so going back there. One beet salad entree. One bass, one New York steak. Yes, Chef. Yes, madam. Totally flat. No flavor. OK, thank you. Hey, get the veal on, please, yes? Let's go. Chef. Right. Don't whistle at me. I'm not your ******* dog, yeah? You look more like a dog than I do. **** off, will you? Fresh beef carpaccio now, yes? Woo. Better go whistle that. Come here, boy. Sit down. Did you hear her whistling at me, that lady? Give that to the dog, yes? Put a lead on it in case she runs off with the ******* plate. Two hours into dinner service, both teams are finally working on desserts. And Robert and Ben are frustrating each other. All right, let's beat these bitches to the window, yo. Come on. Dude, you're pissing me off, dude. I'm ******* pumping. Who's pissing you off? You are. How about I'm waiting on food, brother? Come on. Yeah, you're waiting on me. You're waiting on me. What's going on here, guys? I need cheesecakes, buddy. Yeah, well, they take ******* time. I'm like, **** you, man. I'm not here to make friends. I'm pissed. There's a fire in me that's burning so hot, man. It's napalm, man. Come on, please. You're doing this to sabotage them, aren't you? No, I'm not, Chef. Of course not. If Chef Ramsay thinks that I'm sabotaging people, then send me the **** home. What's the matter? I requested medium, Chef. Madam, come here. I'm not running to you. Look, medium, and it comes out mid-rare. My head is buzzing. Look at me. Stop what you're doing. I've had enough. Switch it off. Close down. The red menu versus blue menu dinner service has ended in disaster. Now Chef Ramsay must choose a winning team. I gave you the respect and the trust to come up with your own exciting, vibrant menu. Unfortunately, you couldn't even execute your own food. When I looked at the customer comment cards, I looked at the entrees. And let's be honest, that's the highlight of any meal, isn't it? Yes, Chef. The blue team's entrees were rated at 39% above average. Nothing to shout home about. The red team's entrees were rated at 54% above average. So the winning team tonight clearly is the red team. But you didn't win in a glorious, fantastic way. Let me reassure you of that. Danny. Yes, Chef. You, on your own, go back up to the dorm and come up with one of your teammates up for elimination. Think hard. Now piss off.