I dreamt this world some time ago, and have been unable to shake it. Here’s what I remember from it, mixed with the musings of my waking dreams.
In my initial dream I think I was influenced by the kitchen and aesthetic of Gormenghast. Something about the sultry gonzo chaotic atmosphere. A bit of that grotesque fascination.
The kitchen must have had a beginning, but the chefs keep no histories other than recipes. From them we can glean that there used to be “fresh” ingredients coming in from certain areas of the kitchen, but they have either been lost of repurposed.
The diet of the chefs consists of just about anything that is about when they feel hungry. They only need to reach out and grab a fistful.
Of the denizens there are the chefs, food, and animals. The chefs aren’t interested in speaking to anyone who isn’t a chef, and of those what they say are usually pithy taunts. There are chefs who consider themselves vegetarians - meaning they don’t eat any animal who can speak.
Some of the animals attempt to organize themselves in small bands, but these bands are usually short lived, and broken up by either a passing chef.