Main Course

Ladies and gentlemen… dinner is served. Well actually, it’s almost ready, sort of. One’s warming up in the oven, the other is out on the windowsill cooling off and I’m sure something has been left to thicken in the fridge. We’ve actually just finished our first shift, but if you want I’m sure we can sort out a table for you, why not hang around, sit down, pour a glass and have a bite to eat with us.
So? What you here for? What you fancy? You got a lot to choose from check out the menu, we’re actually working on those too.

Things are getting pretty hectic and it probably looks like all this stuff is starting in a muddled mess beyond control. But take a closer look and see… see how everything is slowly falling into place. We’ll become perfectly synced, like the fine engineering of a Swiss Plastic Plated Golden Chip Wally Watch. You see, we work with what we find, we follow the seasons and the tides, whatever raw materials we have access to we make do with… no doubt, everything is served  fresh as can be* unless stated otherwise but who’s to say that fresh is the only way..? Frozen, pickled, vacuum packed or smoked are no less precious to us. The girls have a bit of a sweet tooth too… and I could murder a burger right now. One thing for sure, we’re totally health conscious … we even ride bikes !!!

So let me remind you how things work around here. There aren’t many of us… you could probably count us on the fingers of one hand… actually you most definitely can and everyone is sort of busy buzzing around doing their own thing too:

Pyondi over there spends most of her day staring at the world through a hole in a glass cylinder. High quality optics, reach for light in the darkest corners of your plate. Transforming that mountain of mash potato into an ocean of pixels to be pushed and pulled, sloshed and slaughtered, fingered and played with as if they were the leftover scraps of dough her mother used to leave on the table, molded into magnificent works of art… And she has weird obsession for French things, like Paris.

Stef is usually kept at a fair distance from the kitchen, only called at later date to lay the table maybe sweep the floor, wash the dishes, ‘cause dishes are mostly his thing, like breaking plates, drawing bowls and drilling cups… glue and paste keep him happy and are great bonding tools too, like string and nails, splashing ‘em with paint and polish.  Most days are spent beneath computer screens and scraps of paper, colouring between the lines, finger printers and felt pens.

You can usually find Ceci in a kitchen. Now it can be a bit tricky to know exactly which kitchen that might be,  even yours if you ask nicely. But you can be certain that somewhere, somehow she has managed to slip through a back door and is sorting through a pile of veggies, quickly sketching a secret recipe onto a napkin, wrapping a plaster round a damaged thumb, maneuvering hordes of waiters and helpers preparing huge meals for the crowds that gather.

So I guess it’s time to go already! It was so nice to meet you, pleasure was mine I’ll see you. Make sure you come back soon, so much going on. Things are going to get pretty busy around here, we’re trying to get as much done in the least possible space and time. So give us a shout… and shout a little louder, drop us a line and bring us to your own personal glorious attention. See you soon.