Anthony Bourdain

Ever since I was 15 when I first read Kitchen Confidential, I knew for certain that I never wanted to become a restaurant chef. Thanks to Anthony Bourdain I was able to set aside my culinary urges for fear of having to work on Christmas day along side a large Italian gorilla cupping my buttox telling me how not-gay he is.

Fastforward 15 years, after choosing a different path here I am with Anthony Bourdain and he’s not only signing my copy of Les Halles Cookbook, but he’s signing a copy of my cookbook Kitchen Scraps. I’m not working in a kitchen, but I’m happy to be part of the ever evolving foodscape especially if it means not having my buttox cupped in large man hands.

Thanks to my very good friend and food writer Julie van Rosendaal who hooked me up with a VIP-all-access ticket to see Anthony Bourdain chat it up at Jack Singer Theater here in Calgary. Incidentally Julie was a hilarious emcee for the event and she whet the audience for Bourdain.

Holy shit, Bourdain is brilliant. He was ON! His flawless delivery was much like his cutting prose: witty, intelligent and just enough of the nasty bits.

He had some good tips too. How do you get kids to hate McDonalds? Wrap a chocolate dipped SOS pad in a McDonald’s wrapper… probably has the same amount of ammonia.

And Anthony if you are reading this check out these old posts: Christmas at the Zoo, Mr.B Russell Sprout, and the BLT Kama Sutra. 

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For those of you with a Kitchen Scraps at home turn to page viii and put a check mark beside this picture! One down, five to go!