Norman’s Cafe
Knappett is a surprise in a few ways: I had imagined he might be earnest and intense, a man with an immoderate fury towards people eating while wearing casual headgear. But he’s funny and unpretentious. He grew up around pubs — one his mum ran in Cambridgeshire and his uncle’s in Suffolk — and that’s still the food he craves. “People get shocked when they find out I like Heinz ketchup,” says Knappett, who has clippered brown hair and a beard, and has retained a soft East-Anglian burr. “What? Just because we cook fine food, they go all weird. I put ketchup on everything at home. And they’re like, ‘I bet you make your own?’ And I’m like, ‘I don’t, because I'll never make it better.’ Just like every person on the planet has tried to make Coca-Cola. Just don’t! You'll never beat it! Fentimans cola. No.”
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