
I am sure you will all join me in congratulating Michel Roux on his recent series BBC 2 on Service; it was a most timely piece, which reminded us all that there is much work we need to do collectively in order to bring service to the forefront of our industry. Bravo Michel.
As some of you will know, I will be giving away all my "Kitchen Secrets" - in the TV series that starts on BBC2 on 21 February, and in the book with the same title published the same day by Bloomsbury. A week ago, though, I spoke to a seminar for the National Restaurant Awards. And told them all my "Service Secrets.". This week and next, I would like to share a few with you.
I only found out what I really wanted to do when I was 19 and a half. I saw an extraordinary scene unfolding in front of me. It was a warm August evening, in the middle of my hometown Besançon. The maîtres d'hôtel, dressed in their black ties, were carving fat ribs of beef, flambéing crepes Suzettes, and the young waiters, in their claret-coloured jackets, were moving attentively around the guests' tables. It was just so beautiful! At this very moment I decided to be a chef, even, let's say, a great chef. It was my destiny; it was so obvious.
Like most things in life, you do not get what you want exactly when you want it, so I got a position as a cleaner. I became the best cleaner. I gave my heart and soul to it. I turned this 18th century house into the Palais de Versailles. I won the respect and trust of the maîtres d'hôtel, and the waiters who did not have to check behind me. That was service.
Then I was promoted to plongeur. I was in charge of the glasses. They were hand made and delicate. I learned the skill, and soon enough they were sparkling. I also reduced the breakage rate by 30%. The sommeliers loved me; the boss loved me. That was also service.
Next I became a commis débarasseur, or runner, and at last I was able to approach the guests. Then, after a lot of running, I became a commis, and I was given the most beautiful purple jacket, the one that I saw first on the young waiters. It was a proud moment in my life.
I had the best imaginable teacher, Jacques. Patiently, he taught me how to carve, and the basics of service of both food and wine and at all times to give more than the guest expects. Under his guidance, I grew in confidence. He was exacting and always looked for perfection, but he was fair and would acknowledge my successes as well as point out my failures.
He taught me to prepare the room and lovingly make it even more beautiful.
He taught me how to be a host, and how to cherish each guest - to make him or her feel that special. Much of this, of course, I had already learned from Maman Blanc at home, at our Sunday lunches.
I learned that service was a wonderful craft, but that it is also much more.
It empowers you, gives you empathy, even as a mere waiter. It allows you to give someone whom you did not even know, a moment that would be remembered fondly, sometimes for years to come.
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