More than 200 of his friends, admirers and former employees gathered Sunday afternoon in the main auditorium of the
Welcoming the crowd, Alex Martick, the chef's surviving brother, said, "If Morris were alive today, Morris wouldn't be here. He'd be home eating delicious sandwiches and watching the damn football game." Martick said he hoped to hear what it was about his brother's personality "that attracted the kind of feeling that people had for Morris."
Friends said Martick collapsed while walking on Howard Street. He had continued to reside at 214 W. Mulberry St., where he was born and his parents had a grocery store that he later turned into his French restaurant. Martick was known for his sweet potato soup and bouillabaisse and he charmed regular customers in a bohemian atmosphere at what he named Martick's Restaurant Francais. He kept the front door locked and patrons knew to buzz their way in.
Susan Laugen, who emceed the proceedings, recalled how Martick handled the irate customer on whom she had decanted an entire cup of hot coffee. "You should get servers with experience," the customer bellowed at Martick, who had been dragged out from his kitchen to listen. "She is experienced," Martick told him. "She's spilled coffee on hundreds of people."
Jimmy Rouse, who helped to organize the gathering, told of how he came to work at Martick's. Rouse said he was in the
Rouse worked at Martick's from that day in 1974 until 1981, when he left to open Louie's Bookstore Cafe.
The friends spoke of cooking and yelling, of Martick's fish stocks and his stock phrases. "You're incompetent," was a specialty, as was "you're fired." But those who stuck it out knew there were other layers beneath the onion-y exterior.
"He was the meanest, sweetest man I ever worked for," said Ruth Galer, who spoke at the memorial. "If it wasn't for my time with him, I wouldn't have pursued a career in cooking."