A chef’s relationship with the Michelin guide is a complicated one. If my restaurant isn’t in the guide, I will nonchalantly explain that their standards are generally outdated and their entirely opinion overrated. But if it is in the guide, it will be the first thing I mention: “I work at this restaurant – you don’t know it? It’s in the Michelin guide”.

A chef gets paid to cook – that much is obvious. But to cook good food, we need to use our sense of taste and our (supposedly) refined palates. So not only do we get paid to cook, but we get paid to eat. Cheffing without eating isn’t an option.

Being a chef is a job. A way to earn a living. Yet few chefs would consider their profession as just that. Most chefs will tell you that cheffing is a way of life – an extension, if not the base of their personality. Cheffing is an identity. And we internalise this identity to such an extent that it can be hard to separate ourselves from our jobs.

I recently had the pleasure to chat to Chloe René, a London-based recipe developer at Mob. In this interview, Chloe talks about her journey of becoming a recipe developer, where she gets her inspiration and food identity from, and the challenges in the industry of recipe development.

You owe your efforts to the restaurant, to the team, and to yourself. As Anthony Bourdain said, the restaurant kitchen may well be the last true meritocracy, ‘where what we do is all that matters’. You gain, keep, and deserve your place only if you do the work and prove your worth.

Speaking from a diner's perspective, I so get it. Sitting at the kitchen counter and watching the professionals do what they do best - what’s not to love? But flip the table, and I find myself on a busy Friday night, slammed with checks as dozens of curious customers stare me down and - worst comes to worst – try to strike up a conversation with me. 

There's a reason I chose to work in the kitchen; to cook – not to perform.

I recently had the pleasure to interview Adriana Cavita, chef and founder of Cavita in London. We talk about her various experiences as a chef, including her passion for Mexican cooking, working in top restaurants like El Bulli, and the opportunity and challenges of opening her own restaurant in London.

One after the other, we sink down onto the pavement edge with a groan, forearms propped onto knees, as sighs are uttered and cigarettes are lit. We stare wordlessly up at the grand building, looking through the windows of the restaurant we’d just spent the whole day running.

Sitting side by side, we each treasure the peaceful stillness, a moment with our own thoughts. A solitary act in solidarity.

“The sun is slowly setting behind the tall buildings, dunking the churchyard and the willow leaves in a golden hue. We watch on from the small but buzzing pub, as the gold-speckled trees move in the soft warm breeze. The cars and buses slowly snake their way through the traffic, and people walk past decisively.

The cool pilsner goes down, smooth and crisp. “

Prep time passes ruthlessly.

You think you have another full hour left to prep, but then you realise that your section isn’t as set up as you thought it was, you notice orders that need to be put away, and before you know it, it’s fifteen minutes before opening.

Over the last few decades, the status of chefs has seen various boosts thanks to the rise of celebrity chefs, books, and other media related to chefs and restaurant cooking.

The chef, previously hidden away in the kitchen, was shoved into the limelight.

Previously, each unfamiliar dish was a foreign matter comprised of a collection of unidentifiable and potentially nasty ingredients whose sole purpose was to surprise and disgust me.

By cooking something myself, I could deconstruct the unknown and conquer my fears; I could simply take a few ingredients I liked, combine them, and safely enjoy the final product.

It was empowering.

In these narratives, it appears that men cook great, unapologetic to share their vision. The purpose of women in kitchens appears to be to imitate generations of mothers cooking for their families and to provide comfort and care for the customers and the team around them. It appears that male chefs are professionals and female chefs are mothers.

Or to put it even more simply: Male chefs cook. Female chefs feed.

I recently had the pleasure to interview the great Issy Cox, a Bristol-based chef and former head chef of Sonny Stores. We discuss her journey of becoming a chef, her experiences as head chef, the challenges of working in the industry, and her next steps following her successful time in restaurant kitchens.

Here is a selection of my personal food and drink favourites in the lovely city of Bristol. This is limited to my own experiences of living there for five years, and I’m sure there are many more great spots which I have yet to try, but here is the list I have compiled from my time there.

Shouts of ‘Backs!’, ‘Hot behind!’ and ‘Mind your legs!’ fill the air, regular like clockwork, as chefs bounce back and forth from plating dishes, ladling liquids, tossing pans, turning meats, sprinkling seasonings, and washing hands. As your adrenaline shoots up, your brain shuts down, minimising the mental effort required to build, cook, and plate each dish.

Familiarising yourself with a new cuisine is like learning a new language. After spending weeks, months, and years cooking dishes of one cuisine, you become more fluent and confident in creating dishes without needing to rely on formal recipes, knowing that with certain ingredients and techniques, you can create a dish that is unquestionably a dish of your chosen cuisine.

Becoming a chef changes how you cook.

Or let me put it a different way: there are moments when I feel that becoming a chef has made me a worse cook.

“All of these are aimed at people who know how to prepare a few meals, but they absolutely do not require any expertise or cheffing skills. The recipes don’t require fancy equipment or challenging techniques, they are quick to make, and they are vegan friendly with gluten-free options.”

So what really is the point of chefs? Who needs someone with an unnecessarily large collection of sharp knives to prepare a dish that may be verging on being overpriced and thus making it less accessible to society? What is the point of a person who supposedly knows exactly how to make certain dishes and berates you when you do it differently?