La Parade des Chefs

A Chef in pristine whites leans languidly against the entrance to La Parade des Chefs’ live theatre cooking arena and takes a drag from his cigarette. In the dreary rain and filthy pollution of a murky night in the City he looks tired and resigned. Amy in her sopping whites, soaking wet hoodie and floppy toque hat pats his wrist, cooing sweet tweets of encouragement. Chef still looks dejected.

‘I can’t do this, Amy,’ he says.