From weekly family meals to celebrations and corporate gatherings, we bring thoughtful cooking and personal hospitality to your table.
A personalized dining experience in your home, with a menu created around your occasion.
Perfect For: Anniversaries • Birthdays • Date Nights • Intimate Gatherings
Thoughtfully prepared food, presentation, and service for celebrations, corporate luncheons, and meaningful gatherings.
Perfect For: Graduations • Corporate Events • Celebrations • Family Gatherings
Chef prepared menus delivered for your gathering, so you can spend more time with your guests.
Perfect For: Office Lunches • Brunches • Hosting • Special Occasions
Personalized meal prep and family style dinners built around your preferences, schedule, and dietary needs.
Your preferences, dietary needs, and occasion shape the menu, whether we’re preparing weekly dinners or catering a celebration.Your preferences, dietary needs, and occasion shape the menu, whether we’re preparing weekly dinners or catering a celebration.
Jamaican roots and Southern influences guide our cooking, with room to explore the flavors you love.
From the first conversation to the final presentation, we pay attention to the details so you can enjoy your meal and the people around you.
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Anthony Matthie
Founder of Maison Atelier
The First Plate
A single plate. A quiet kitchen. A memory that saved me.
Before a comeback.
Before a logo.
Before the name was ever said out loud.
I fell. And after falling, I reached for something I thought I had lost.
I wasn’t looking to build a brand. I just needed to eat.
Something warm. Familiar. Caribbean.
I wanted curry chicken because my body was starving.
But what I didn’t expect was that cooking it would begin to heal my soul.
I didn’t start Maison Atelier as a caterer to make food. I started it to remember.
Back then, my hands weren’t steady. My thoughts were loud.
I had lost more than time or money. I had lost my place at the table, both literally and spiritually.
One night, standing in a dim kitchen with nothing but silence and a single white plate, I made myself a meal.
Simple. Honest.
Curry chicken, just like my mother made with thyme, scallion, and that warm golden sauce that clings to your fingers and your spirit. When I sat down to eat, I cried. Because it tasted like safety. It tasted like home.
That was the first Maison Atelier.
Not a space. Not a business.
Just a plate, a song, and a quiet attempt to hold myself together.
I pulled the chicken from the fridge and seasoned it the way I was taught. Green seasoning first.
Then curry, toasted slow until it bloomed like incense. When it hit the oil, the sizzle sparked something in me.
Memory. Spirit.
The air filled with garlic, thyme, and that deep, unmistakable perfume of curry.
And suddenly I wasn’t in my kitchen anymore. I was back in my grandmother’s house.
Barefoot on cool tile floors, watching her hum old hymns as she stirred the pot.
She didn’t measure anything. She didn’t need to. She cooked like she prayed with faith, rhythm, and a little bit of fire. I stood over the stove with tears in my eyes not from the onions, but from her voice echoing in my memory.
Soft. Steady.
Singing words, I didn’t fully understand, but that gave me peace anyway.
I missed that peace. I missed her. But in that moment, I felt her again.
I plated the chicken slowly, with purpose.
Not for a client. Not for a camera.
But to remind myself that I still had something beautiful to offer.
And when I sat down, my mother’s voice joined us too:
“Too much gravy you trying to make soup?”
“Next time, fry the chicken a little longer.”
“Why you always trying to make it fancy?”
Then came her laughter. Loud. Unapologetic. The kind that used to fill our home. I smiled into the steam rising from my plate. Because for a second, I wasn’t alone. Their critiques. Their warmth. Their pride.
All of it was there.
Then I heard her again: “So you really thinking about walking away?”
Not scolding. Just asking.
Like she already knew the answer. And I did too. Because that fire I thought had gone out flickered back to life over curry chicken and rice. I wasn’t done. I was just tired.
In that moment, I chose to keep going. Maison Atelier wasn’t just about food. It was about memory.
It was about building something sacred in their name. Not a catering company, but my altar.
My offering.
My way of surviving with elegance as a personal chef, creating private dining experiences.
And it all started with a single white plate full of memory.
With grace and intention,
Anthony Matthie
Whether you’re planning a celebration, organizing a corporate lunch, or looking for weekly meals, tell us what you have in mind. We’ll help you choose the service that fits.
Phone: 762-444-1125 experiences@maisonatelierexperiences.com Based in Augusta, Ga | Serving the CSRA | Available for travel
