Fete Accompli  

Holiday entertaining in Whistler with one of the world’s great chefs, Daniel Boulud
of Vancouver restaurant Lumière.

 


P.DIDDY AND JAY-Z were having dinner together,” Daniel Boulud says, matter-of-factly enough for someone used to feeding celebrities on any given night at Daniel, his celebrated Manhattan restaurant. “P. Diddy was in a sweat suit,” he continues, unspooling the tale of tracksuits and truffles (“You know, white truffle is almost three thousand dollars a pound?”), captivating the guests at the Whistler vacation home of David and Manjy Sidoo, co-proprietors with chef Boulud of Vancouver’s Lumière. By the time he describes shaving lavish amounts of the funghi over pasta, the small crowd is as enraptured with Boulud as the hip-hop moguls were with his food. Voilà! A legion of Daniel devotees is christened in the mountains of British Columbia.
There are no buried truffles to be found clinging to roots of venerable oaks here, but nonetheless, Boulud says, “We went into the woods” for a chic back-to-the-land cocktail-party feast he prepared for the Sidoos’ pre-holiday gathering, held annually during Whistler’s Cornucopia food and wine festival. Had the assembled glitterati shown up a few hours earlier they would have found the great chef, clad in a black parka and sturdy boots, wandering Blackcomb Mountain’s northern slopes searching out leaves and botanicals to arrange on chic, rustic-looking platters of fennel risotto balls and tuna tartare in cucumber cups. “When in Rome,” he laughs, shaking my hand with an acorn.

To those who know him, neither of these two scenes is out of character for the chef, whose Gallic charm is only surpassed by his mastery of Gallic cooking. He bounces from bons mots in the living room to the expansive kitchen, where all around us is the tremor of party prep: The monosyllabic sound of knives chopping. The hush of reverent sous-chefs. The rhythmic rasp of a blender. Boulud consults with Lumière executive chef Dale MacKay over the rolling of an elaborate ballotine of squab.

When a chef reaches the level of acclaim Boulud has, it’s easy to think of him first and foremost as a brand and forget about the formidable culinary skills that brought him there. His apprenticeship began at the age of 14 in the kitchen of the three-star

Michelin restaurant Nadron in Lyon, near the village where he grew up on his family’s farm. The Bouluds grew produce, raised turkeys, kept cows and even ran a roadside café, founded by Daniel’s great-grandparents. Boulud learned the art of the omelet at his grandmother’s knee. “I will always be a child of Lyon,” he says.

A series of culinary postings—each more prestigious than the last—followed, but it was not until 1987, when he took over New York’s Le Cirque, the most famous restaurant in North America at the time, that he began to receive global accolades.

While contemporaries Jean-Georges Vongerichten and Wolfgang Puck, and later Mario Batali and Gordon Ramsay, quickly embraced the lure of TV appearances and chain restaurants, Boulud instead chose to leave Le Cirque to open his jewel, Daniel. His goal was to create a fine neighbourhood restaurant; today it’s one of the pre-eminent dining experiences in New York and, by extension, the world. Daniel remains one of only a handful of contemporary restaurants to be awarded four stars by the New York Times and Boulud’s personal awards—Bon Appétit Chef of the Year, James Beard Outstanding Chef, even a UN Culinary Humanitarian Award—keep on arriving.
Boulud did, carefully and eventually, begin to introduce complementary restaurants to Daniel, in New York, Las Vegas, Palm Beach, Beijing and, luckily for Western Canadians, now in Vancouver. Compare the announcement that Boulud was coming to Vancouver’s Lumière to Bobby Hull joining the WHL: suddenly the entire game changed. But anyone expecting a French offensive was surprised. Boulud has shown tremendous respect for not only his fellow chefs in Vancouver, but for Lumière’s take on West Coast gastronomy. “The transition has been seamless,” marvels David Sidoo. “From day one Daniel was committed to working with Dale [MacKay] in
re-interpreting the restaurant in way that suits Vancouver’s more relaxed culture.”

Tonight in Whistler, between the river-rock and deep red walls of a mountain home as cozy as it is well appointed, the party gains momentum. Boulud circulates festively, discussing Portuguese sea salt with one guest, local skiing with another. Bottles of his private label Champagne are poured and the hum raises to that perfect party murmur. After the half-dozen canapés have been sampled, servers begin circulating more substantial small plates, including the gorgeous squab ballotine, slow-baked halibut, duck à la campagne with winter vegetables, arctic char wrapped in bacon and carefully quartered wedges of Boulud’s famous DB Burger (ground sirloin stuffed with braised short rib and foie gras). Even the wines being served are a Franco-Canadian fusion: the red, a grenache from the south Rhone; the white, a chardonnay from the Okanagan Valley’s Mission Hill.

Hours later, just before the party reluctantly begins to wind down, Boulud addresses his guests from the dramatic curved staircase in the centre of the room. He gives all the credit for the evening’s culinary triumphs to a blushing Dale MacKay. So humble is Boulud that, after he steps out of the limelight and back into the kitchen, he confides: “At my own home, I never cook—in fact, I store beer in my oven.”

It’s hard to believe that he’s being serious. But the quiet sincerity in his voice is undeniable as guests don their coats and, smiles on their faces, reluctantly say goodnight. “I love doing this: making people happy,” says Boulud. “It’s why I do what I do.” wl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


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