Yuto has always been different. Right now it’s extra hard for him and his family. Only $10,000 as an average yearly income.

‘It’s not fair’ yuto thinks. And of course he’s right. It’s not. But all of this will end quicker than he thought with his new job at the Sutāsōpu restaurant right around the corner from Hoshi-High.

4am. The clock reads 4am and blares loudly across the room. A groan follow...

The smell wafted from the kitchen. Don Peret was the finest restaurant in town, and at the moment had the greatest chef on the west coast, Martin Coy. His skills were well known, and his creativity with food was his gift to the patrons.

The orders came flying in and his hands were a blur as the knife was slicing, chopping, and dicing. The patrons watched as he stood in the window and put the shri...

Every night, when the restaurant’s last table cleared and the laughter faded into the hum of the city, Chef Lucien stayed behind. His kitchen gleamed—stainless steel, spotless tiles, and the faint scent of rosemary and smoke lingering in the air. To the world, La Flamme was a temple of taste. To Lucien, it was something far more dangerous: a confessional.

No one suspected how deep his obsession...

He is the chef of the future

The year is 2080

All vegetation is gone

All the livestock is obsolete

The war of 2055 with all the posioness gas

And parasites only killed animals, our vegetation, our fish.

There are no birds flying

No cows or chickens

No vegetables

But, it did not affect humans

So what does this chef cook?

The chef is my uncle who cooked before

The crash came. But his talent for...

Mustaq’s wok rarely spills when he tosses onions. In fact, it almost never happens. This must be the second or third time I’ve seen him sweat since I joined Baloki Kitchen as a junior chef three years ago. For someone usually as imperturbable as a monk, watching him falter feels almost voyeuristic.

“Natasha, I need the sauce in five!” he barks, his eyes suddenly unfamiliar, carrying a strange he...

So fresh and tender

Raw and yummy

On a pat if rice

Wrapped with seaweed

Sweet and savory

Tasting so so nice

My comfort food

Removes my sadness

And it will suffice

Feed me sushi

Drinking some sake

My favorite vices...

*Chop, Chop, Chop.*

The butcher knife came down on the meat slab, slicing it into juicy cutlets that would be served in the city’s favorite restaurant. They were thrown onto the pan, sizzling and releasing a delicious aroma. The other cooks in the kitchen smelled that familiar aroma of Scarlet’s top-secret-customer-favorite family recipe.

“Smells good Scarlet!”

“Can’t wait to sneak a taste!”

...

“I need runners in the kitchen! This food is dying!” Daniel yells! He is the head chef for Table 25. The local farm to table restaurant in Flower Mound, Texas. They specialize in American Cuisine with French inspiration.

He looks up and sees the food is still in the window. That Beef Cassoulet is getting cold. I have to do everything as he walks around the line to run the food to the guest. Wher...

I started to love doing this on crime many didn’t. This crim can be related to many movies or shows about serial killers. I always was worried of being caught. The people of my town had given me many names but one stuck out. The infamous burger killer. It my sound funny but I got from acting like a food truck owner going around asking people if they were hungry and that was the start but that isn’...

The reservation was for one.

The host smiled too wide, like his face knew no other expression. “Welcome to Sanctum, Mr. Allard. Chef Lucien has prepared something… transformative for you tonight.”

Jonas Allard, food critic, adjusted his collar and followed the host through dim corridors that smelled of rosemary, incense, and something faintly sweet…decay. He’d eaten in every type of kitchen. But...