The air in the tiny galley sizzled.

I once had a studio apartment with two feet of counter space in a tiny galley-style kitchen.

My husband emerges from our tiny galley kitchen with gin and tonics garnished with lime and cucumber.

There was a tiny galley kitchen with a bar, a table for meals, and a small sitting area, all empty.

The sun had barely cleared the horizon when the dishes were stacked in the tiny galley and the lugger got under way.

He went below and addressed the cook, who had shut himself up in his tiny galley, as sailors call a boat's kitchen.

As guests, we are living in the former cargo hull, eating sumptuous meals prepared by chef Peter Thompson in a tiny galley.

It was quite dark in the tiny galley, and the only air that entered came from a small porthole high over a bunk.

She helped me down into the cabin just below the wheelhouse, where there were two narrow bunks, a table, and a tiny galley.

Then she jerked open a drawer in the tiny galley, pulled out a heavy cutting knife, and lunged at the Denarian, blade flickering.

"This is the stove," he said, pulling Stephanie into the tiny galley.