PPandE
Senior Member
I don't see any need to compromise in my galley location. I want what I want and I want it now. When I'm cooking I don't want to have to take a single step, let alone three, to talk to my wife or guests. And when my wife is cooking, I want to be able to talk to her without her having to reposition. I'm spoiled that way.
When dining and I'm ready for another bottle of wine, I like reaching for the fridge less than a step away. When a group is mingling in the salon, I like the chips and salsa right next to the caviar within reach on the kitchen counter. I like the aroma of cooking right there in my living room.
Of course, some would disagree. My friends with professionally crewed boats prefer to keep all of the support staff out of sight and out of mind. Food magically appears on the table, the boat moves itself from port to port and cleans itself after the owners turn in.
I've never lived that way. During family gatherings such as Thanksgiving, the kitchen is the epicenter of all activity. Guests and family alike drift through; sampling, laughing, cajoling and often times conscripted into service removing trash or cranking the ice cream freezer... all with the undercurrent of food preparation as the backdrop. For us, it's a resounding "galley up!"
(Its kinda scary perched on top of this soap box. I'll get down now)
When dining and I'm ready for another bottle of wine, I like reaching for the fridge less than a step away. When a group is mingling in the salon, I like the chips and salsa right next to the caviar within reach on the kitchen counter. I like the aroma of cooking right there in my living room.
Of course, some would disagree. My friends with professionally crewed boats prefer to keep all of the support staff out of sight and out of mind. Food magically appears on the table, the boat moves itself from port to port and cleans itself after the owners turn in.
I've never lived that way. During family gatherings such as Thanksgiving, the kitchen is the epicenter of all activity. Guests and family alike drift through; sampling, laughing, cajoling and often times conscripted into service removing trash or cranking the ice cream freezer... all with the undercurrent of food preparation as the backdrop. For us, it's a resounding "galley up!"
(Its kinda scary perched on top of this soap box. I'll get down now)