In 1988, a newly minted Brown University alumna named Suzanne Goin returned home to the Greater Los Angeles area with a bachelor’s degree in history. The Ivy Leaguer had graduated with honors, but neither a master’s program nor a teaching position was calling to her.
Instead, Goin had her sights set on the professional kitchen. She had long loved cooking, having logged time in the kitchens of Ma Maison and L’Orangerie, two of her hometown’s reigning French restaurants. She had not pondered a culinary career. Good girls from “nice” families did not work in kitchens back then. But the lure became irresistible after she cooked three nights a week throughout college at the influential Al Forno restaurant in Providence, Rhode Island. She also dreamed of working at a place she had read about extensively, Chez Panisse.
If she wanted it, there was a job for her across the country in Providence, working for former Al Forno chef Jaime D’Oliveira at his new restaurant. Goin also considered taking the plunge and crossing the Atlantic to continue her culinary training in France.
For all her passion, she had no idea which opportunity to seize, or how to make up her mind. The problem was that, unlike more conventional careers, cooking did not operate under any agreed-upon rules. This was especially true in the United States, where actually choosing to become a chef was still a relatively new concept.
She could not turn to her father for counsel, because casting aside a costly education had briefly alienated him. Indecision stranded her in her current job as a hostess at the first-ever California Pizza Kitchen.
As a Hail Mary, Goin made her way to one of the “it” restaurants of the moment, CITY, which put the dynamic duo of Mary Sue Milliken and Susan Feniger on the map. Goin rapped on the kitchen’s back door and asked to speak with Mary Sue or Susan. Feniger emerged, sat with Goin, listened to her conundrum, and considered her options.
Feniger advised that she stick with what she knew and take the job in Providence, making the rounds of the various stations and amassing as much knowledge as possible. Goin did as Feniger suggested, working under D’Oliveira for a year.
“It was a good experience,” Goin says. “They gave me a lot of responsibility. I did all the salads and all the desserts, conceptually as well as executing, which was amazing … except I just wanted a mentor. I read a ton of books, and Chez Panisse was the ultimate to me.” (We’ll pick up Goin’s Chez Panisse fixation in Part Two.) Eventually, Goin also went to France, and later made her way back to Southern California, where she developed into one of the most prolific and successful chef-restaurateurs of her generation.
Reflecting on that long-ago, impromptu tête-à-tête with Feniger, Goin says she finds the willingness of chefs to help young colleagues touching and believes in paying it forward, even though young cooks do not really knock on kitchen doors anymore.
“Now, it’s e-mails,” she says. “But if someone wants advice, I talk to them because that’s how [it happens]. If nobody had talked to me …”
Goin’s story illustrates a few truisms about restaurant mentorship, including the fact that writing about it, without lapsing into the treacliest clichés, is a formidable challenge.
How could it not be, with a tradition as heartwarming and soul-nurturing…
You see? It’s happening already. Clichés.
But it’s tough to avoid them while explaining how older chefs give back to the industry…
Damn. Again with the clichés.
Well, screw it. We’ll have to let the clichés fly and the quips fall where they may.
Because mentor-mentee dynamics are as soul-nurturing as the most storied of storybook relationships. In an industry that remains a little notorious for sharp-hot workplaces, institutionalized dysfunction, and post-shift lunacy, they supply essential, wholesome counterprogramming. That counterprogramming is not accidental.