Cacaphony of sound emanating from the beams and glass.  No peace or solitude, yet, in some ways one gets used to the trebles dancing spontaneously amidst the tenors and basses.  Even the clashing plates and cutlery add a percussive texture to the symphonic structure of the piece.  Like great crescendos and diminuendos, the vocal strings rise and fall, first with an urgency of hungry clamor, then with a more subtle murmur of sated contentment.  The chefs calling orders to one another adds a brass section, as each order is cooked and presented as efficiently and beautifully as possible.  These motifs come to life sporadically as the music plays on.  Dishes being re-stocked add another layer of percussion...as would a cymbal.  And then all seems to quieten as my attention is diverted elsewhere.  Now for my contentment to begin...my dinner has arrived.