STICK TO YOUR KNITTING

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Eternal Blue Unveiled: Navigating Gatwick's Culinary Journey and the Wisdom of 'Stick to Your Knitting'

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The idiom "stick to your knitting" is one that I have always liked, found to be true, and probably should have adhered to more diligently myself.

The recent contemplation of this phrase was prompted by a leisurely stroll through the delights of Gatwick Airport London's North Terminal.

I'm one of those peculiar individuals who always aim to arrive at the airport with plenty of extra time.

This allows me to relax,

Peruse the best sellers at WH Smith,

and perhaps enjoy a meal.

Last Monday, after savoring a delightful main course at the excellent Italian eatery, Caraffini, in Lower Sloane Street, I headed to Victoria Station to catch the Gatwick Express. Fortunately, I left with ample time, as

the station was closed for 'security reasons.'

Although the exact cause of the closure remained unknown, I needed to reach Gatwick promptly or risk missing my flight.

A black cab was swiftly secured,

and precisely one and a half hours later, £200 poorer,

I arrived at the North Terminal, still with a good thirty minutes to spare for grazing.

Initially, my plan was to make up for the dessert I missed at Caraffini.

Although wishful thinking led me to believe that

Gatwick's food offerings could rival Caraffini's,

I at least hoped for a decent chocolate brownie.

The quest led me to the 'Brew Dog' bar, where I spotted a promising item on the menu: 'Chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce' for just under eight British pounds.

Excited, I immediately placed the order with a tall waiter.

However, more than twenty minutes passed

without any sign of my brownie or the tall waiter.

Flagging down a short waiter, I was informed that there was no record of my order in their system.

Tall waiter, seemingly having forgotten the order entirely, proceeded to lie to his colleague,

claiming he had never seen me before, let alone heard my order.

The adjacent couple, struggling with their own unappetising meal, remarked,

"You're lucky your food has not come; ours was so terrible we can't finish it."

Taking this as my cue, I left, sparing tall waiter only a few mild expletives.

Now faced with a genuine chocolate problem and limited time,

I spotted a Pret a Manger ahead.

Remembering the excellence of their smoked salmon sandwiches, I decided to give them a try.

Although they lacked chocolate brownies, their own chocolate crunch bars caught my eye.

I handed one to the charming Asian lady at the cash desk, expecting to pay around four British pounds.

To my surprise, the cashier smiled sweetly and said,

"There's no charge, sir."

"Could you say that again, please?"

I asked, and she repeated the same words.

I left with my prize and a warm, fuzzy feeling, deeming Pret a Manger superior even to the illustrious Caraffini.

So, where does "Stick to your Knitting" come into play, you might ask?

Simply put,

Brew Dog should focus on brewing beer, leave food to others, and perhaps consider outsourcing the management of their bars.

Their incompetence was evident from the encounter with tall and short waiters.

In contrast,

Pret a Manager not only excels in their domain but also displays a determination to maintain their superiority.

Offering complimentary chocolate bars to customers they don't know is a stroke of marketing brilliance, earning them stories from individuals like me.

The motto "stick to your knitting," which originated in literature in both the US and the UK at the end of the 19th Century, proves it's worth.

Gender-neutral in most writings, it aligns with contemporary inclusivity.

For me, it applies equally to both men and women, representing a sound piece of common sense.

Even if very few men actually knit, that's a story for another day.

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