A letter written to the editor of (sydney) magazine.

I work in The Rocks and often see early-morning deliveries of produce to Rockpool; half a dozen punnets of perfect raspberries, greens practically with the dew still on them, disappearing into the under-street cellar.  I occasionally see Neil Perry going to work as I depart mine.  He always seems preoccupied, striding down the Suez Canal at the same pace as he must work in the kitchen.  One thing, though, brought home to me that extreme attention to detail has played a part in his success. The first time I saw his back-of-house garbage storage, I was amazed:  the room was spotlessly clean, his staff dressed in immaculate white overalls.  The diners are never going to see the bins, but Perry’s standards are not relaxed even at the back door.

Wendy Raymond, Wyee Point.

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