Jake's up with a dish that he says "oozes sexuality." Not a description I typically want for an entrée, but let's see how his seared filet mignon with roasted rainbow beet salad and passion fruit vinaigrette fares. Gordon seems put off that that the passion fruit is nothing more than a vinaigrette. "Truthfully, one of your weakest dishes," Gordon says. Jake muses that maybe the subtlety of the dish was lost on Gordon. Jake has a problem with denial.
Whitney's turn. She's got a passion fruit-glazed shrimp with a frisee salad. The shrimp is overcooked, and Graham frets about this being the dish that sends her home. Tracy's beef tenderloin with fingerling potatoes looks like something recently fished out of the Gulf of Mexico, thanks to those unappetizing greens. Gordon calls it something out of a sci-fi movie. My description was much cattier. Sheetal has a shrimp dish with a sweet and savory sauce. "What I can say that's good is you choose a nice plate to put it in," Joe says Well, at least Sheetal didn't have to personally murder those shrimp.
It's Slim's turn. Did you know that Slim gave up a chance to graduate from college so she could appear on this show? We mention this because her passion fruit fondue with lamb chunks and fresh fruit goes over like a fraternity prank that ends in alcohol poisoning. Her lamb is fatty, and the sauce has too much ginger. "If we were on a date and you cooked that dish for me," Gordon tells her, "I'd go to the bathroom, and you'd never see me again." Because you'd be so overwhelmed by the delicious flavor. "I'd bolt out the door," Gordon says, removing all doubt. "This is like a buffet gone bad," Joe says, dismissing Slim from the judge's stand without even tasting her dish. He does take the time to deposit it in a trash can, though. Well, that's passion of a sort, at any rate.
Mike's , with a beef tataki with passion fruit ponzu. It ends the streak of terrible dishes with something Gordon seems to really enjoy. David follows up with his saffron shrimp and passion fruit salsa coupled with a lame backstory about him and his fiancée and the skewer through his heart. The meal is better than the explanation. And what of Lee and his tenderloin and prawns with parsnip and cauliflower puree and a passion fruit glaze? The meat appears beautifully cooked -- and appearances aren't deceiving. The judges order everyone to come up and taste what Lee made. See? This is what sadness doesn't taste like. While everyone gobbles down mouthfuls of Lee's meat -- yes, I know what I just wrote -- Sharone glowers in the corner. "I'm here to win," he snarls. Fuck learning from my betters.