Spotted on MuddyCap’s Instagram, the Pasta Chair is a piping-hot provocation. Slick metal meets saucy curves—piled high and unapologetically absurd. It doesn’t try to disappear. It demands a double take.

The seat arches like an industrial spoon. The cushion coils? Bright orange and intentionally overcooked. It’s eccentric. It’s sculptural. It’s low-key hilarious. And somehow, it still reads as furniture.

There’s something deeply satisfying about how it toes the line—between design object and visual pun, between pop and menace. We’d drop it in a hotel bar just to see the selfies. Or a museum lobby bold enough to get the joke.

It’s not pasta. It’s posture. And it’s perfect.