There’s a scene that plays out in practically every home. Guests arrive, everyone greets one another in the living room and, within a few minutes, everyone ends up in the kitchen. Someone makes a drink, someone else opens a bottle; some sit on the breakfast bar whilst others stand leaning against the kitchen island, continuing a conversation that began elsewhere.
There’s no need to ask anyone to move. It just happens. The kitchen exerts a sort of domestic pull: even when dinner is still a long way off and the table is laid elsewhere, it’s often around whoever is preparing something that the evening really gets underway.


