He was originally set on joining the Army, you know?
I’m sure he would have made a bloody good armourer with his attention to detail, but my oh my, what a loss to creativity and the culinary world that would have been. For all our sakes, thank the Lord he took that pot-wash job at Le Petit Canard aged 13.
Serendipity is a funny old thing. He takes a job at an unassuming restaurant in rural Dorset, and behind those doors lay a cosmopolitan world of food & drink that opens his eyes beyond village life. Here’s a kid getting schooled in the ways modern American cuisine, from Alice Waters to Charlie Trotter, in a small West Country village. Taken on eating trips to France, Sweden and the US. Quite the education. He moved from pot-wash to the stove, and in the process fell well and truly down the rabbit hole. Of course the day he left school, he started full-time.
Still though it wasn’t all right place, right time. Being ‘into food’ was a lot tougher in those days. There was no social media back then. No Chef’s Table. No bottomless well of recipes and tutorials on the internet to hone your skills. If you wanted to understand the upper echelon of Michelin chefs, you either read the cookbook or ate at their restaurant. So that’s what he did, voraciously. While Sir Brad was watching Sean smash out TT’s in the Tour, Ash would have been nose-deep in Larousse Gastronomique or cutting out recipes from Food Illustrated. The young lad saved up his pennies to dine with his heroes - Pierre Koffmann at La Tante Claire, Marco Pierre White at The Restaurant, Michael Caines at Gidley Park. “I’ve always been the type of person, that I when I get into something, I really go for it”. Evidently.