18/06/2026
Head Chef Frédéric Plat's story is anything but ordinary. Growing up between West Africa and France, in environments where food meant scale and generosity, where eighty people wasn’t unusual and the kitchen was always alive with movement. His Mum cooked constantly, surrounded by a team, and he was always somewhere nearby, watching it all come together.
Fred went on to study science and mathematics in France, finished his degree, and then realised staying put wasn’t for him. He left, landed in the Caribbean and took a job washing dishes. That didn’t last long. He was always curious, leaning in, asking questions, until chefs started pulling him onto sections. Cold larder, desserts, then pizza, then everything else that came with it.
From there it became a life of moving, learning, adapting. Back to France, then out again. Kitchens in Nice, St Barts, the Caribbean, and eventually Sydney. He worked under serious operators, moved up through the ranks, and found himself running kitchens across completely different styles and cultures.
It wasn’t smooth. A knee injury in his early twenties dragged on for years, something that never quite left him alone. There were language barriers when he arrived in Australia, visa issues that meant starting over more than once, and long stretches of uncertainty that forced him to keep backing himself.
What stayed constant was how Fred worked. Up early, at the markets, handling produce himself, building relationships with suppliers, knowing exactly what was coming into the kitchen and why. He’s as comfortable breaking down a P&L as he is building a menu, which is how he ended up moving between fine dining, large scale hospitality groups, and eventually into the burger scene that reshaped Sydney over the last decade.
Fred wasn’t just cooking, he was building systems, scaling operations, and bringing a level of discipline that most casual concepts never see.
After years consulting, running multi site venues, and covering everything from deeply intricate operations to exquisite fine-dining, he landed where it all makes sense: Chez Beckett's.