Poor old Bek and Ash, they’ve really been typecast. They’ve obviously mentioned they were single when being interviewed for a spot on MKR and the producers havereally run with it.
To kick things off, we see the girls in their robes while Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” plays in the background. Hmm. Then they scroll through Tinder and talk about swiping right. WE GET IT, THEY’RE ALONE. STOP RUBBING IT IN.
The ladies jump in the car and head to Fremantle or should that be FreWomantle! You don’t need no man! Seafood is the star tonight – which provides the perfect opportunity for Bek to make a “plenty more fish in the sea” gag. She’s crying on the inside.
Back to the house and the ladies set up their instant restaurant – Wildfields. The name reminds them of all the fun times they’ve had at music festivals together…and they wonder why people are worried about Gen Y. I would’ve gone with Portaloos.
The guests arrive and Kyle, who is looking more and more like an extra from Game Of Thrones, looks particularly chuffed. Everyone takes a seat, but there’s a tense edge to tonight’s proceedings. Betty straight up says she doesn’t think the girls have what it takes. Oooooh.
While the girls prep their entrée – roasted vegetable tart – the guests treat us to some more classic dinner table small talk. Topics include why David doesn’t want to go home and why Tyson is unimpressed by the menu. Riveting.
The food arrives and Bek’s decision to use raw garlic turns out to be a YUGE mistake. Manu – who loves garlic, by the way – finds it overpowering. Pete agrees. But when Amy says she doesn’t mind it, Betty kicks off, demanding that she stops beating around the bush. Things are getting serious.
In the kitchen, Ash is burning the fish and I’m also starting to notice that she looks a lot like Krysten Ritter AKA Jessica Jones. Seriously, Google it.
Meanwhile, back at Wildfields, Tyson does his best to bring the vibe down by telling everyone to lift their game again. Keeping in mind he’s an Uber driver by trade. Seriously mate, one star. The guests then play a series of games to try and distract themselves from the fact they’re trapped in Perth and haven’t eaten for 6 hours.
Finally the fish arrives but you almost wish it hadn’t. They found Dory and they cooked her to death. “It’s missing love,” says Pete, which is code for, “It tastes like canteen food.” It’s tough to watch, but not as tough as the fish.
Bek and Ash really need to bring it home with the profiteroles but they’re burnt – oh boy – and the chocolate sauce is not mixing with Cointreau. Also their custard looks like scrambled eggs. I honestly reckon they should just lace the entire dessert with some kind of memory eraser and just do it all over again tomorrow night.
