In George Orwell's 1933 debut roman a clef novel "Down and Out in Paris and London", the author asserted that the more high-class an establishment in Paris, the more disgusting its kitchen could be counted on being. We certainly don't feel that holds true today, but the New York Times has a piece this morning about the closure of Brasserie la Côte Basque in the wake of the health scandal that stemmed from a rat rodeo in a West Village Taco Bell. The widely publicized downtown event resulted in the firing of at least one health dept. inspector and the closure of dozens of restaurants that were quickly re-evaluated.
It's interesting that the offical name of the city's health dept. is the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, because the closure of his Brasserie seems to have been the equivalent off city officials arriving one day and disrupting chef-owner Jean-Jacques Rachou's mental mise en place, which is not just a chef's workstation, but can also signify a way of life. The restaurant passed its latest health inspection three weeks ago, but Rachou seems unable to muster the will to re-open.
“When this happened, I was really destroyed,” Mr. Rachou said, standing outside the restaurant, which was dark, its bentwood chairs stacked on tables.“I would say in the city, my kitchen is one of the 10 best,” Mr. Rachou said. “If not, it would go against my rules. They made an example of me.”
He added: “I don’t deserve it. Maybe I deserve it. I don’t know.”
While he waits to decide what to do next, approximately 40 employees are out of work, and it is said that the restaurant is foregoing $100,000 in revenues every week it remains closed. The article fleshes out all of the story's details: an imperious chef too busy to be bothered by an inspector under the gun to adhere to the letter of the law in the wake of a scandal, leniency removed from a system that attempted to accomadate well-meaning proprietors in the past, and a life-long restaurateur who seems to have lost his desire to run a kitchen and dining room in a few short months. The folks at food-blog Eater have a whole timeline of links, including what looks to be the online version of a coup de grâce.




Sounds like the joint's up with the angels, so to speak. Judging by some of the stuff I read on Eater, it probably won't be missed very much.
Boo hoo. This poor little pampered chef should visit Robert Williams' victim in the hospital, if he wants a true sob story.
whatever...
OK, I'm commenting on my own comment: It's bad that 40 people are out of work -- that's bad.
I think the fact that this entry focused on a whiny French guy just turned me off...
Chefs are, deep down, very delicate flowers. When they are not down in the dumps, they are bossing you around. Actually, when they are down in the dumps they boss you around, too. I've heard chefs yell, threaten, push, accuse, and heck, even seen them accost. Chefs are weird, emotional creatures. I've known some nice chefs, too. But the ones at the top are really touchy. Anyway, he needs to get over it. Move on, dude. Cook something!
The Times piece mentioned mice and cockroaches. This guy seemed quite nonchalant about these things. When I go to a sit down restaurant and spend some money for a good meal, I want to know that I'm eating in a clean place free of vermin.