‘Oh Jerry…’ ‘Poor Jerry’, ‘Jerry behind please…’ ‘Can you wash Jerry please?’ ‘Jerry’s been left in his own mess again’. Anyone who has worked here over the years will know who he is. I’m pretty sure it was “the legend that is Rhea’ that named him back in August 2009.
I had searched and searched for a quality, small footspace juicer in the lead up to opening and at over £300, Jerry was a big investment. Originally he was placed on our front bench, but once winter kicked in and we started with soups and porridge, he had to be moved to make room. He was beautiful though, small, sleek, quiet, shiny, silver and he made great juice.
For the past four years he has ended up on what is known as ‘Jerry’s Plinth’, basically the electrical cupboard against the back wall near the front. It’s not ideal, but it was the only place for him.