I’ve got a thing for theatre involving kitchens. Not
necessarily sinks, just kitchens; little theatres of life, crucibles of thought
and action, meeting places; familial communal spaces. I’d heard good things
about Food, playing at Belvoir’s
Downstairs theatre – very good things, in fact – and so this review comes from
the closing weekend of its (already extended) season, something which only adds
to the performance, I think: that it could be as fresh and as moving as it did
at the end of its run means it’s a strong well-crafted piece of theatre. It’s
about sisters Nancy and Elma who run a takeaway ‘restaurant’ on a highway,
somewhere in Australia .
Amongst the endless cycle of preparing food, the daily rut of serving the same
customers the same thing day after day, comes a stranger, Hakan, a young
traveler, who slowly – quickly – manages to bring the two sisters together,
turning their world(s) upside-down.