Let me start out by professing my love for Gordon Ramsay. "fid":"528131","viewmode":"wysiwyg","fields":"format":"wysiwyg","type":"media","attributes":"alt":"","title":"","style":"","class":"media-element file-wysiwyg"caption: One down, three to goThank God Comcast runs BBC America, so I can catch "Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares", "Boiling Point", and "Beyond Boiling Point". I can't get enough of this fiesty bastard. Some viewers wonder why his staff takes the verbal assaults they're handed by Ramsay. I point out that he has something like an 89 worker retention rate since 1993. The man is just AWESOME. You think he's rude to customers? Do you walk up to Bono and tell him that U2's taking too long to get to the the stage? NO SIR. The man is dynamite.Anyway, more on that later. Over to tonight's episode of Hell's Kitchen: "fid":"528132","viewmode":"wysiwyg","fields":"format":"wysiwyg","type":"media","attributes":"alt":"","title":"","style":"","class":"media-element file-wysiwyg" "fid":"528133","viewmode":"wysiwyg","fields":"format":"wysiwyg","type":"media","attributes":"alt":"","title":"","style":"","class":"media-element file-wysiwyg"Rock vs. BonnieI'm going to assume that you've been watching this season or you wouldn't be reading this blog. So that'll allow me to skip the re-cap. But here's just the briefest summary for the rest of you: Rock, 30, married, father of two, Executive Chef vs. Bonnie, 26, a "nanny" and personal chef. In fact, I get the distinct impression that one of her girlfriends from high school married a millionaire and quickly got pregnant, and Bonnie hangs out with her friend, pushes the stroller, cooks some lunches, and lounges by the pool for pay. Furthermore, I submit that the only reason her friend's rich husband allows it is because he secretly harbors menage-a-trois fantasies. It ain't gonna happen, but the hope will keep her employed.So far, in straight out cooking competitions, Bonnie beat Rock. Unfortunately, being the head chef of a gourmet restaurant requires OTHER knowledge, like managerial, hygiene, and all kinds of other things that Rock has been trained for. But the show seems to say, "But Bonnie's Scampi is better than Rock's Chicken". So. F-ing. What.Rock even said it this episode, "I'm being set-up to get beat by a fing nanny". You're probably right, buddy. That means you can't give them a REASON to do that.In this pre-challenge, Hell's Kitchen has been split in twain, and Bonnie and Rock are able to (re)create their dream restaurants by constructing on top of the Hell's Kitchen set. Then they choose their line chefs out of competition cast-offs, and Gordon evaluates how they work as the boss. Rock and Bonnie had completely different styles for their interiors. Rock wanted southern classical, and Bonnie went for mismatched-Romper-Roomical. All I'm saying is that her plan for a restaurant sounded suspiciously like the ball pit at IKEA. But I'm not letting Rock off the hook. He fell on his face on the NEXT TWO AREAS: he wanted his servers to wear jeans, and he had no idea what he wanted his menu to be like. But back to Bonnie, she literally told her menu consultant that her favorite meal is when her friends come over and they all bring different types of pasta, and she makes a sauce to go on top. Woo woo, goes the Trolley to the Land of Make-Believe.After a bogus taste-test challenge, they returned to the kitchen for their last task of the evening: Choose their sous chefs. Rock chose all the boys, and Bonnie the girls. Which, of course, would be terribly entertaining if not for the fact that this ENTIRE SEASON was set-up as men vs. women.Oh yeah, and Julia, the fry-house cook that had never tasted scallops before Episode 2, cried her eyes out like a little wussy because she got axed and was returning in a support-only role. Even after Ramsay said he'd give her free tuition to culinary school. Oh, wah. You Goof.Can't wait til next week, when we get to see them in action, and find out how badly their support choices come back to bite htem in the butt. All I know is, if Rock goes to turn that doorknob at the end and it fails to open, I don't think my heart will be able to handle his sorrow. But knowing Fox, I'd better get my Kleenex ready.