This is a gem—a real chef’s book, and one that many of you may know. The French Laundry Cookbook by Thomas Keller is up there among the world’s cheffy favourites. Keller is a much-admired chef, a man who has built a unique kitchen culture. When an order is called out by the chef during service, his entire team replies with a unified “oui, chef.” There are scores of them in his kitchens, and he has been at the vanguard of food and cookery for decades. With multiple Michelin stars and huge respect within our industry, he seems calm, organised, and almost obsessive about the food he creates. For him, it’s a military operation, with no room for error—a true food nerd (meant as a compliment). He demands the utmost dedication from his team and absolute perfection at all times. I admire that, but to achieve it, you need an army of chefs, cooks, front-of-house staff, and office support.
Keller opened The French Laundry in 1994, and it has since won countless awards, often described as the best restaurant in America, if not the world. Although America has never particularly appealed to me—I went once, stopping in L.A. on my way back from Australia and New Zealand and didn’t quite “get” it—the Napa Valley, where Keller is based, looks stunning. Vineyards, sea breezes, sunshine, winding roads perfect for a motorcycle ride—probably a big Harley Davidson—and then arriving for a leisurely lunch. Yes, I see the appeal.
This book has many chapters that dive deep into Keller’s approach. Take ‘The Importance of Trussing a Chicken’. I love this because, while not essential, at Keller’s level, it’s crucial—he probably wouldn’t sleep at night unless the chickens were trussed just so. It’s OCD on a grand culinary scale. Another chapter I resonate with is ‘The Importance of Staff Meals’. An army marches on its stomach, and looking after the team’s wellbeing through their tums is a wise move. This book contains a multitude of beautiful recipes, but it’s more than a cookbook—it’s a coffee table book, a work of art. The images are stunning. One day, fingers crossed, I will go there.
In a roundabout way, I almost met Thomas Keller once. I was dining at St. John in London with friends, the day after the Michelin guide was released, and Keller happened to be seated at the table next to us. I had a quick chat with the waiting staff, who we had got to know after years of eating there, and asked if they would do me a favour and ask for his autograph for me. I spun a little story, saying I was working in the kitchen and would be thrilled to have his autograph. I watched as the waitress leaned over to whisper my tale in his ear. To my surprise, Keller took out a calligraphy set from his bag and spent a few thoughtful moments. Remember, I was at the next table, watching him with bated breath. Then, with a few swift, artistic strokes, he signed a menu and handed it back to the waitress, who brought it to the kitchen and finally over to me, saying, “There you go.”
It was pure theatre. I was embarrassed but delighted. I’ll always treasure that signed menu.