'Hell's Kitchen' review

Yelling. Cursing. And the occasional cooking of a dish. Welcome back to 'Hell.'

By Amir Kenan

Metromix

Hey, want to watch a cooking competition show? No? What about a show where everyone yells at each other whilst cooking inedible food?

Welcome to "Hell's Kitchen."

This season, Ramsay and company serve up a whole new platter of bologna on a show that's one part "Top Chef" for every three parts "Jerry Springer." Contestants burn risotto, under-season beef and undercook poultry (sample quote: "The chicken is pinker than your [expletive] lipstick!"), and if the new season preview reel is to be believed, fingers will be cut and ankles will be broken this time around.

The buzz: This show is designed to be an in-your-face, over-the-top spectacle (the credits sequence sets the tome with a carnival theme). And it is. But it's also loud, abrasive and phony. But the prize is the real deal: This year's winner will become head chef at Araxi in Whistler, Canada.

The verdict: Where's "Top Chef: Las Vegas" already? Fifteen minutes in, and you've already seen Gordon spit out three dishes on camera. That your thing? You'll love season six.

Did you know? Celebrity chefs Gordon Ramsay and Mario Batali have a long-standing feud. Reportedly, Batali has been banned from Ramsay's numerous restaurants.

"Hell's Kitchen" airs Tuesdays at 8 p.m./7c on (where else?) Fox.