"I cook for fashion victims, festival goers, sports fans, dead people (never explain), horsey types, celebrities with cheese fixations & Japanese school children. 21st century Australia?!? There's squalor, cockroaches, mouse shit in the peppercorns, unidentified thickening agents in the mushroom soup, a rat called Basil in the fridge unit & people who’ve been shouted at for so long they pass the abuse on down the line." Musician Barton Hartshorn takes on the Melbourne catering scene armed with blunt knives, a saucepan, a guitar & the increasing realisation that he's not where he should be.