The episode opens with the crew out on the town. Brooke Laughton is sulking on a dirty street corner like the naughty school girl she swears she’s not and gives Adam Glick some word salad about how much she likes him. When Adam doesn’t reciprocate she bursts into tears. I would’ve sworn Adam was the type who couldn’t resist a damsel in distress – turns out I was wrong! He gently explains to Brooke that she’s just drunk, lonely, and emotional. (Does anyone else suspect producers put her up to this to try and tempt Adam back into Sandy’s trap?!)
Tonight we’ll see Hannah Ferrier’s ongoing struggle with her under-performing Third Stew, Kasey Cohen. Things comes to a head when she learns Kasey lied on her resume. Kasey claims she had a friend “polish” her resume and she didn’t look it over before submitting it. She also comes clean about her “barista” training, which involved pushing a button on a coffee machine, not like “formal Starbucks” type training. I have to wonder – why didn’t this come out during her interviews? Those would’ve been important things to cover, no?
Last night’s Below Deck Mediterranean was a Las Vegas all you can eat buffet from guests who treated Adam Glick like a short-order cook instead of a professionally trained chef! (Have I ever felt bad for Adam before? Did he deserve it after last season’s blatant disregard of guests’ wants?)
Anyway, the whole thing made me glad my puny microwave is the only automatic chef in my house!
I get it. These people, led by “Honey“ (the name of a stripper whose act is ‘baby spice’), are hungry and they are hungry in a very specific way, like for TOASTED buns and French fries with their steak dinner (that’s pomme frittes to you, mister!), and I understand they become hangry if their food isn’t perfecto, but they needed to drop anchor on their overly-entitled gullets.
So here we are in the high seas with one charter’s breakfast service going to crispy toast in a bread basket. If only KaseyCohen could find her way out of the laundry room to help Brooke Laughton and if only Hannah could find her way out of Conrad’s dreams, Captain Sandy may have gotten either her omelet or her toast in a timely (re: still hot) fashion! Instead, Sandy has to track Hannah down, like a dog sniffing out a dropped piece of meat, and finds her sitting at her computer ordering supplies for the next charter.
Episode 4 of Below Deck Mediterraneanis on its way tonight and there is just so much going on. As per usual, the yachties have charter guests to please, but there is always so much more going on beyond that.
Yes, the guests can be demanding, but that’s not even the half of it when it comes to this show. When one crew member gets in trouble, there’s a trickle down effect to all of the members below their rank. And then there’s the tension between the crew members- some of it of the romantic variety.
Oh, Below Deck Mediterranean – y’all knew that you better bring your A++ Game when a friend of Captain Sandy Yawn‘s is the primary charter, but unfortunately Adam Glick was the only one studying up on How Not To End Up In The Bad Captain’s Log. Adam has been there, done that and you’d think Hannah Ferrier, a veteran of the naughty list herself, would know better!
Joao Franco is the douche of the high seas. A serious creep who makes my stomach churn like Kasey Cohen‘s aboard a super yacht! After ending their first crew night out by calling Hannah an over-the-hill goat, he bah, bah, blacksheeps about how he doesn’t have to listen to her because he’s his own man, not some chief stew’s bitch! Hannah sniffs that Joao’s nothing but a “chamois technician” – something which requires no skill, but somehow this show manages to find ALL the people who cannot handle the task!