It’s not often that I sit down to play a video game with my significant other. Oh sure, we’ll play through Until Dawn together, taking turns to steer characters to their deaths, or turn into a crack crime-fighting detective duo to solve the mysteries of Her Story. But there’s only so long that you can sit and watch another person play a game before it gets, well…boring.

Worldwide, simultaneous online multiplayer might have made playing games a more exciting experience for the lonesome couch competitor, but for the guy or gal that wants to sit and play a game with someone in the same room, the options are a tad limited.

Which is why I’m so enamoured with Overcooked. It is the quintessential couch co-op experience, a game with a simple premise that’s easy to pick up and play, and that brings out the absolute best and worst in those who play it. Oh sure, you’ll start out as best friends, gently encouraging each other as you laugh off early mishaps. A dropped onion here, a mishandled plate there—who cares right? But then the washing piles up. No one is chopping lettuce. There’s a batch of french fries in the deep fat fryer that a certain someone was supposed to be watching and now they’ve caught fire. Tempers fray, panic ensues, expletives are hurled.