Working in a kitchen for many years there's a type of organised madness the day starts of with a strong cup of coffee and a fag, work is quite slow at first but you know how long different food takes to prepare and deed inside all of the food has to be ready for service time, another coffee another fag. The tempo is getting more lively the pace speeding up, a quick fag, sometimes a bit of stress kicks inn with loads of pots containing differents type of food cooking away, sauces simmering, preparing garnishes, the ovens full of various things, another quite fag all ways washing your hand before cooking again smells to die for. If it's a buffet you have not stopped to three days except for sleep, all you have thought about is food. Then in a flash, it all comes together a calm prevails when everything is really for service and time for a coffee and a fag.

"Order on" then total madness in and organised manner, the chef only wants one thing and that is to get his menu from the kitchen to the customer, his creation,  a proudness as it leaves the kitchen, there's lots of shouting mainly chefs communicating or shouting at the waiters or kitchen porters, banging of utensils, heat, sweat, fire, and occasional burnt smell, stress, madness.  Then quiet as if you have fallen off a cliff backward and you're floating softly to the ground with service over it's time for that well-earned fag.