Eating time. They love the empanadas. I think Liz does pretty good on the floor as well. Trust me, I would be very reluctant to leave Nookie plating my food. He’d serve you a frozen empanada on top of a puddle of bleach water just to gain traction. 

It’s always about strategy with Nookie, but this time, he should have concentrated on making great food and not just putting his hopes in the failure of others. Alas, Nookie has a glimmer of hope because John’s salad was not very loved. The goat was loved and as I mentioned, Liz rocked the ballsy empanada. Liz wins, and we have the most confused NAXE members ever. Nookie’s Axis of Evil is falling apart. 

John starts out by throwing himself under the bus, as this is a Midwestern tradition. For all you naysayers saying how the system of the chefs voting each other off is silly, this is where it gets very interesting. 

I truly thought Avery would vote for Nookie, but she goes all John. Crazy. John is a goner. I liked that John fellow. Ah well -- he did a pretty fine job. 

The other three are off to Colonia, Uruguay. Fly safe, chefs.