Alain Ducasse bought my father-in-law’s restaurant La Côte Basque and turned it into Benoit, a Parisienne bistro in mid-town Manhattan. This is where I married my husband over thirteen years ago, this is where we announced to our close friends that we were moving to Los Angeles and this is where we celebrated many birthdays.
Perhaps most significantly, this is where I was first introduced to the pleasures of everything that goes into making a great restaurant run smoothly – from the service to the dishes, the coat check girl to the dish washer, the person checking off the deliveries to the chap carrying out the garbage in the middle of the night – it all has to work seemlessly. If it doesn’t the person at the top of the food chain, the chef, won’t be happy.
One of the many perks of writing this book is meeting fabulous chefs, seeing behind the scenes in restaurant kitchens, chatting with the faithful teams of people who keep everything moving (usually a trusted assistant or PR executive) and photographing as I go. Perhaps the best perk is the eating of the food once I have got the shot. I have fond memories of the delicious soup at Benoit – not just for it’s depth of flavor but also for the perfect balance of cheese, bread and onion soup. I ate up every last drop and would have licked the bowl clean had I not been sitting in the middle of a restaurant winding down from lunch.
Having one of the greatest living chefs in the world not only give you a recipe but then teach you the little details of their technique is beyond exciting. It can make the difference between a good dish and a great dish. When I ask Ducasse for any tips he goes straight to the underpinnings of all cooking—the knife, and in particular making sure it is sharp “The fumes that cause your eyes to water are released when the petals [of the onion] are crushed—a common issue when slicing with a dull knife,” says Ducasse. “Minimize the tears by using a properly sharpened blade that will cut the vegetable cleanly.” From now on as I slice my onions I thank Ducasse. The very sharp blade has reduced my tears—and like all good French onion soups, there are a lot of onions.
Chef Ducasse’s Tips for cooking Gratinée French Onion Soup:
“I suggest halving the onion lengthwise for better control.”
“Sharp knife equals less tears.”
“Sear the onions by cooking them over high heat for a few minutes before reducing the heat, this will achieve optimal coloration and give the broth that depth of flavor. If you start the cooking process over low heat the onions release water and turn to mush.”
French Onion Soup recipes have been around for hundreds of years. Escoffier’s Guide Culinaire (1903), the ultimate book of French cuisine, has no listing for onion soup, probably because it wasn’t considered haute cuisine—this was a dish of the middle-classes and Escoffier was writing for high-end restaurants and hotels. An early American recipe from The Frugal Housewife:Or, Complete Woman Cook has an onion soup recipe that tops the soup with slices of toasted French roll and poached eggs—no grainéed cheese. A little book published in 1893 La Cuisine Française. French Cooking for Every Home. Adapted to American Requirements by Francois Tanty is an interesting example particularly because, unlike Escoffier’s Guide Culinaire, it is aimed at the American home cook, with the cooking being “a little less refined [than traditional French cooking], but quite as palatable”. Tanty, who trained under the famous nineteenth century French chef Marie-Antoine Carême, came to America for the World’s Columbian Exposition in 1893 and stayed.
When I watched Julie and Julia I came out of the movie craving a real French onion soup topped with gratinée cheese that makes strings as you lift your spoon to your mouth. That place for authentic soup this side of the Atlantic is Benoit. For those who would like to savor Alain Ducasse and Chef Philippe Bertineau’s onion soup gratinée in the heart of Manhattan head on over to the bistro at 60 West 55 Street, between 5 and 6 Avenue.
Allison [Girl's Guide to Social Media] says
Love the photography on this post! xxoo
Eating the food is certainly the greatest reward for a long (but exciting) day of work. Fun to hear your restaurant stories, had not a clue your family was in the biz…
When I was a little girl, my dad would take me to this little bistro in Sherman Oaks; Yellowfingers (the name was later changed to La Frite). We would sit, have onion soup, share a crepe and then finish our meal with either chocolate mousse or Tarte Tatin. I loved those moments, some of my best memories. La Frite is still there, and from time to time, I go with the kids and order some of my childhood favorites! Thanks for rekindling those wonderful feelings! x