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Still reeling from the Great Dim Sum Fiasco of the Century
, this week found our not-so-chivalrous cheftestants getting on each other nerves. Or talking about each other behind their backs. Or, in the case of Marcel
, getting all up in Dale
's face with a bunch of weird flailing motions that made him look like a Beastie Boy, circa 1988.
Maybe Marcel's rant was motivated by a genuine sense of injustice about making a lot of food for his diners and merely winning runner-up. Or, as Tre
put it more succinctly, maybe he's just "an a--hole." In any event, tensions were high this week: Two chefs were going home. And after getting up at the crack of dawn, spending all day off Montauk Point in fishing boats, and returning to the beach to cook with the sand in between their toes and the sun in their eyes (cry us a river, Jamie
), the chefs were visibly haggard.
Forgoing the usual quickfire for some team fishing (major revelations: Angelo
is still traumatized from watching Jaws
as a child; Mike
likes to fart at sea), the chefs were separated into teams and told to cook only the Atlantic treasure trove they caught. But this challenge proved that there truly can be an "I" in team, as the chefs worked together about as well as a bunch of junior-high brainiacs competing for one trophy at a science fair.
Spoiler Alert: Winners and losers are revealed after the jump.