cook's room

This backdrop also reveals very little, but where Cook’s room felt offensively bland, this one just seems plain.

In 2003, they opened a restored Cook’s Room and, two years later, the kitchen, both of them integral to the labor of enslaved people on the mountaintop.

The cook's room is just over this one, but the cook didn't do it.

It was a slim youth garbed as a cowpuncher that now slipped along the passage to the rear, softly opened the door of the cook’s room, noiselessly abstracted the key, closed the door again as gently, and locked it from the outside.

None of us wanted to remain away from the seven chests of treasure, and the Japanese cook, who might have slept in the cook's room next the galley, still showed a preference for his room in the cabin, and we did not contest it.