The Death of Anthony Bourdain

I forget where exactly I was when I read Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. But I’ll never forget the writing, the cool depiction of the parade of characters – chefs, waitresses, line cooks, dopers, and so on.

Tony, I think he liked being called that, could tramp through the Chaco of Paraguay with the same ease he stood on the red carpet at a media gala. He came across as a real person, and that is why I cannot help but shed these tears today.

We ask very simple questions: What makes you happy? What do you eat? What do you like to cook? And everywhere in the world we go and ask these very simple questions, and we tend to get some really astonishing answers. ~ Anthony Bourdain


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