The harmonious clinks of pots and pans resumed. The air filled with the aroma of herbs and spices, ingredients meeting the heat sizzled. Chefs in crisp white jackets moved around with only one goal; To cook. The kitchen was mainly stainless steel and gleaming marble. The way food was being tossed, stirred and plated was enough proof of culinary expertise. Everyone focused, even the individuals that looked like apprentices.
I looked at some of the dishes as we walked by. Each station had a different style of creation, the movements and dedication each chef put in to bring their masterpiece to life was astounding.
“So this is your favorite place?” I asked, ignoring his previous question.
He said nothing. We were almost at the far end of the kitchen. His eyes were wandering around, search
