Like everyone else, I was stunned, and am still stunned, to learn of Charlie Trotter's passing. It reminds me of the day Michael Jackson died. An icon was gone way too soon. Everyone who knew Charlie considered him a friend.
I wrote a tribute to Charlie in this blog on March 4, 2012, before he closed the doors of his restaurant. Here I am re-running that post.
I first heard of this Zeus-like figure at the International Association of Culinary Professionals conference 10 years ago after I had just become editor of Produce Concepts magazine. I didn’t know of him before that IACP workshop session, but it was clear that those around me weren’t just listening to him, they were absorbing him. If he would have advised that all tablecloths should be orange and next to every plate should be a pitch fork, there would have been unquestioning agreement, and so it would have been. I think the session topic was how to achieve greatness, and his stand-out to me was “be humble and serve well.”
The next time I saw him was at the 2003 grand opening of the Culinary Vegetable Institute in Milan, Ohio, founded by The Chef’s Garden. Charlie Trotter and Roxanne Klein were the stars at the festive event. The two had just co-authored “Raw” cookbook. Raw foods was a concept that was on the cusp of hot trend, maybe because Charlie was in on it. In my mind, Roxanne upstaged him at the event when it was made known that as she and her family stepped off the airplane, servers greeted them with raw food so they wouldn’t have to consume normal people food. I thought that was hilarious.
But the time and the topic were right in 2003. I decided to make raw food the cover story for one of my magazine issues with Charlie and Roxanne on the cover and the main sources for the article. Roxanne’s PR go-between person asked for some back issues of the magazine before agreeing to cooperate. Horrors, she read an article in which I had outlined some of the benefits of genetically modified (GMO) fruits and vegetables. Roxanne had a little activist outburst. No way would she have anything to do with a magazine that had something good to say about GMOs. She refused any involvement, and by association, so did Charlie.
But my final encounter with Charlie put me back in balance. I took a magazine-related trip to Chicago and contacted his PR person who insisted on treating me to lunch at Charlie Trotter's seated at “the chef’s table” in the kitchen with a few other guests. Awesome. The kitchen workers were respectful, professional and provided impeccable service. The dainty dishes were delicious for sure. Charlie stopped by to chat with us and was very endearing and humble. This last encounter was the perfect experience of all that was Charlie Trotter.
I wish him the very best as he closes his doors in August after 25 years. I’m sure he will be tremendous at whatever is next on his plate.
Final Note: His plate was emptied way too soon. RIP Charlie Trotter.
Jody