Hell’s Kitchen
Idle hands may be the devil’s playthings, but in Hell’s Kitchen, there’s no rest for wickedly terrible cooks. Here, the devil takes the form of Chef Gordon Ramsay, belittling every one of your attempts to produce fine dining under impossible deadlines. You burn yourself cooking risotto and – oh god, you might just have burnt the Beef Wellington. Hear that? That’s the sound of your spring quiche burning – but what about that damn lasagna?!
Cook something half-decent and the flames of your damnation might lower a little with some sort of menial complement or exasperated sigh. Wait – what was that? Oh, dear lord, you forgot the parmesan! You sob as your picture is set ablaze in humiliation with those poor fools’ that came before. You came, you cooked, you failed. May your soul be another ratings booster for broadcast television.
