See how the bloaters curl and twist as if trying to escape from the forks and the fire.

See how the sausages burst and splutter in their different pans.

See how stolidly the tough steaks brown, refusing either to splutter, yield fat, or find gravy to assist in their own undoing.
Listen to the sizzling that pervades the place, acting as an orchestral accompaniment to the chorus of human voices.

Listen to it all, breathe it all, let your noses and your ears take it all in.

Then let your eyes and your imagination have their turn before the pungency of rank tobacco adds to the difficulty of seeing and breathing.