Belly Of The Beast
As I entered the well-lit kitchen I envisioned the impossible standards that each meal must meet. The standards that came from this mixture of fire and ice, 16 hours of hell, 7 days a week under a days sky eternally lit with 3 stars .
The walls arched into one another, polished steel arms reminiscent of the burnt sinewy cuffs juggling pans on pick up, and finally meeting in the center to produce a cage. This room, like being in the belly of a stainless steel dragon, came to harmony as the ceiling offered an easy escape for the aromas produced within. The island in the center of this beast boasted a large cooking range. Flat tops spewing forth blue flames, as pure as the imported designer waters. Copper and steel bulging with the heat to char meats. Discipline, pain and anger balancing on the razors edge.
It is hell for most, and heaven for the select few.
Chefs bustling about, commis by there own admission, but commis with years of experience forged in the belly of this creature.
You see there can only be one Chef, and his voice….