Gil recognises that feeling. It's one he's had very frequently when he's managed to get the perfect kitchen team, all the shifts covered, and his cupboards and pantry in the order he wants them.

It's usually a sign that within 48 hours someone will a] arrest his sous-chef, b] fill the pantry with snakes or c] flood the kitchen to a depth of three feet with molasses.

{That last hasn't ever happened but Gil feels it's only a matter of time.]

"Let's hope it stays that way," Gil says.