Word of Mouth mourn legendary Chef Marcus Mitchell along with the rest of Nairobi

Posted on June 29th, 2015
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Marcus Mitchell, 1975-2015

Once in a rare while in this life we meet someone who isn’t just that clichéd ‘larger than life’ but who seems to be life—to occupy his own warm center of the planet in such a way that he makes his own at-mosphere. Someone who so thoroughly loves the life he is living that he invites others to participate in its wild, risk-taking, heart-thumping ride and find the insane joy in it. These rare souls don’t spend their days stepping on others to reach the top of the heap. Instead, they inhabit a place so completely that they become its Genius—and then open their arms and invite others in to take and eat.

Such a man was Marcus Mitchell, head chef at Talisman Restaurant from 2011-2015; winner of the Taste Awards Chef of the Year title in Kenya 2013-2014; and, down to his bones, a man who used food as a vehicle for loving people and drawing them in with a welcome that left a deep imprint on the thousands who came through his door.

Marcus always had a precocious appreciation for excellent cuisine. According to his mother, at 18 months he yelled at his uncle for not peeling chili prawns fast enough to suit his appetite. When he was seven years old on a trip in the French Alps, he couldn’t decide between frog legs or snails, as he had never tried either, so he ordered one, while his mother ordered the other, and they swapped bites to enjoy both. This zest for sharing good things with others fueled the passion that would push him to become a largely self-taught chef comparatively late in life.

Marcus once told me that he lied through his teeth to get his first job in a restaurant kitchen. He had been urged by his partner, Lynda, to pursue his love for food and turn it into a career, so he dived into that challenge with every molecule of his existence. Willing to do whatever it took to learn his craft, Marcus peeled vegetables while eavesdropping on the sous chef and soaking up everything he could. No task was too humble, because it enabled him to learn the kitchen and make it his own territory.

By the time he was head-hunted to run the kitchen at the Talisman Restaurant in Karen, it was his famous pork belly and crackling that earned him the notice of owners Stuart Herd and Satyan Patel. Talisman was already a favorite Karen haunt, but Marcus slowly turned up all the burners and made it a not-to-be-missed destination—number one on Trip Advisor, written up in foodie magazines, beloved by the tourists who booked in droves and the locals who sometimes literally called it home when Friday night’s inevitable shenanigans turned into Saturday morning’s Bloody Mary and poached eggs with extra bacon, please.

Marcus constantly pushed his own envelope, learning new techniques and cooking in well-known kitchens in France and the UK to sharpen his own skills. But he was never a pretentious chef (though he could wow the most fastidious judge with his Islay Malt foam and Wasabi sorbet). Instead, his hallmark was incredibly delicious, fresh dishes with a unique twist. Marcus had a lot of respect for chefs who put their customers above their egos, preparing good food with the best ingredients. He often told me that the most loved dishes are really quite simple and that it’s important to let what’s unique about a particular cut of meat or type of veg shine instead of smothering it in fancy sauces. I can still hear him saying, ‘Let the steak speak for itself’ and ‘Salt and pepper are the brother and sister of a chef!’

But to those of us who lived in Karen and frequented Talisman, Marcus was so much more than the guy in the chef’s apron. He was the glue of a vibrant community that made the restaurant its home base and didn’t consider a week finished if it didn’t include a Friday or Saturday night at the bar or a Sunday afternoon on the patio. Marcus made it a point to walk around and visit patrons, and a meal was always better when he told you how he’d found some unique ingredient in your dish that day.

When Marcus entered a room, he towered over us and filled the space, yet his infectious laugh sounded like a teenage girl’s giggle and set off ripples of laughter all around him. And it wasn’t a proper Friday night if he didn’t stand up and sing ‘Purple Haze’ at the mic while Mojo played.

He took infinite pains to teach an eager under chef in his kitchen, but he didn’t suffer fools and had a lightning temper when someone’s incompetence threw a spanner into the works. Working as a photog-rapher in his kitchen over a couple of years, I marveled that anyone could inhabit the high-stress atmos-phere of a world-class restaurant and still maintain such a crazy sense of humour. Or maybe that was his secret after all—laughing when most people would have thrown in the towel. And on his days off, he could still be found cooking at home. His Sunday afternoon braais were legendary, and we counted ourselves lucky when we got an invitation.

That Marcus magic tumbled down over us in waves when he couldn’t contain that infectious laugh of his. But it also caught us off guard in his quieter moments when he got serious and took time to listen and to talk. He wasn’t perfect, and he was no saint. There were times we wanted to wring his neck, like when he’d never answer his phone or bother to reply to an email. But he always made things right…eventually. His bacon sandwiches smothered in real maple syrup could heal nearly all wounds.

As tributes have poured in over the past few days, there are common themes that stand out: Marcus was genuine; he was a gentleman; he knew how to laugh and make others laugh with him; he loved people with abandon and never forgot a face.

How do you take someone who lived so large and with so much heart and pour his essence into a written tribute? How can you fully capture a portrait of a man who touched thousands of lives all around the world by staying in one corner of it and inviting them in to eat, to drink, to love and to live deeply? Marcus has left a trail of friendships spanning the globe, and what better way to pay him tribute than to let some of them speak for themselves:

He was a Molotov cocktail, the essence of high spirits, a force to reckon with, a captain of high jinks, a big bear-hug of a friend. I hear his voice most of all — the robust timber of it, his giggles, that infectious laugh and then a softness when he was capturing you, bringing you into that most special realm of his. Marcus was cosy and kingly. Memories and magic. He loved being alive. He was happy and made us happy. ~ Susan O.

Marcus, You always took the time to encourage those around you with unparalleled wit and genuine interest, no matter what may have been on your mind you took the time to care. Amigo, you made us all cry with laughter, and now we cry with grief that you are gone. You were without a doubt the best chef I’ve ever known, and an inspiringly passionate, supportive, and creative mind that no one shall soon forget. This place we call home will not be the same without you. Thank you so much for all you gave to us. ~ Chris M.

You will always be remembered for your witty banter, and quick repartee. Larger than life, with a loving heart and kind thoughts for others. ~ Shane S.

So many happy memories Marcus. You took fun and laughter wherever you went. Such a special and unique person and I will always look back on those years fondly. ~ Dawn M.

Marcus you have always been full of fun and laughter and spread your contagious energy through all around you. You are truly unforgettable and will be a part of each and everyone you have ever met. ~ Marc M.

Grateful to have known you! Funniest guy I ever met and absolutely raw talent in the kitchen. Will definitely miss you, Chef! Far too soon. ~ Leon C.

Your presence filled every room, your laughter resounded throughout the Universe and your humour tickled us all into submission. You made such a huge impact on so many of us, that the void you leave behind cannot be filled by anyone. That is the hallmark of a truly unique and amazing being. ~ Bud P.

What person could have led a group of men and women from all different tribes and parts of Africa in a kitchen, like Marcus? He used their competitive spirits to work together to bring flavours no other kitchen had in Kenya! I think of the contests and how he made them want to do their best, to go beyond themselves. ~ Bonnie C.

I’m absolutely devastated about this… He had such a enormous talent and had such a beautiful soul. All our lives have been made richer by eating his food & having him grace us with his presence at Talisman has he did the rounds. I can only imagine how his passing will leave such a huge hole in the lives of his friends & family. ~ Liz H.

I had the privilege of working with Marcus for two unforgettable months. They were amongst my happiest memories. He had immense talent and a patience in the kitchen that astounded me. He shared his knowledge willingly. ~ Karen M.

A true gentleman. A talent. Down to earth. I am still in shock and sorry I will not get to know him better and spend time in his company. The world is a poorer place for his passing. ~ Jason B.

Marcus, we could say you’ve broken all our hearts, but that wouldn’t be true. The truth is that you broke your own heart, and gave each of us a piece of it. But we’re selfish. We would have more, and fill our glasses with it. But the piece we have, we’ll cherish—always. Save us all a place at your table, boet.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears

 from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are

~ Sting, ‘Fragile’

Written by Jennie Chance