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In the busy international food court of a city mall, Connie, a young sandwich stall worker, sings along to schmaltzy tunes and fantasises a romance with the young man who works at the Korean food counter. Knowing nothing about him, not even his name, she calls him Ki-sung.
In between comments on Internet spam and racism in Australia, Kevin, the object of Connie's dreaming, imagines an encounter with the sandwich stall girl. Not knowing her name, he calls her Coralie.
Fantasy meets reality when Connie and Kevin finally connect. A topical and comic romance with a fantastical twist.
"The script is superb: fast-paced, witty and brilliantly tongue-in-cheek. We cringe, we howl and basically enjoy ourselves immensely." - Clara Iaccarino, Revolver, 17 September 2001
"The text is full of the erotics of food and there's some dazzling wordplay with all manner of edible substances. The text... is a crowd-pleasing confection with some deeper ideas occasionally bubbling to the surface of the broth." - Stephen Dunne, Sydney Morning Herald, 17 September 2001
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Female | Unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 4
EXTRACT: So what happens?/Stripping the cellophane from another tub of margarine./ Pitta and baguette./Well I think it goes like this:/What if/ I'm just killing time/ Cutting up cucumbers and tomatoes./ Before -/ Before I head to Queensland for the winter./Yes./And he's about to finish his studies and head back home./Salad, no onion, on brown./Avocado on a sesame bun. Coming right up./And he looks this way./Across the lunchtime sea of lasagne and won ton soups./And I catch his glance in the polished convex of my spoon, and smile back./ Friendly, casual, but not too up front./Salt and pepper?/
Male | Unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 14
EXTRACT: The one forty-five lull before the late lunch run,/ And I'm watching to see when the girl from the sandwich counter takes her break,/ While Mrs Oh who owns this stall,/Raves on about her eldest son:/Michael-more-degrees-than-a-fucking-thermometer;/Dish-washer to doctor in the leap of one generation./ Two combination omelette coming up, and -/There she goes: the girl with the blonde ponytail and pages of sad endings in her eyes./Adult language