Fast food

Service is in full swing as three exuberant chefs surge forward like a single bustling machine. One flips a frying pan where eggs and a cheeky sausage bounce mid‚ air; another carries a towering burger and fries; a third brandishes a rolling pin while an order ticket flutters. Tomatoes whirl past like juggling balls and a smug ginger cat threads through red‚ trousered legs with a fishbone trophy. Their whites and checkerboard trousers gleam against a dark backdrop that reads as backstage theatre, highlighting faces flushed with effort and glee. The title plays on speed rather than takeaway chains: this is fast food‚as human choreography, the dance of a kitchen trying to keep up. It s celebratory, not cynical‚ an affectionate nod to the craft, noise and camaraderie that make busy service buzz.