Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night.
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Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas – fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
ANTHONY BOURDAINNo one understands and appreciates the American Dream of hard work leading to material rewards better than a non-American.
ANTHONY BOURDAINContext and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.
ANTHONY BOURDAINHe doesn’t yearn for a better, different life than the one he has – because he knows he’s got a home in this one.
ANTHONY BOURDAINThe idea of America is a mutt-culture, isn’t it? Who the hell is America if not everybody else?
ANTHONY BOURDAINDon’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.
ANTHONY BOURDAINYou have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.
ANTHONY BOURDAINOur movements through time and space seem somehow trivial compared to a heap of boiled meat in broth, the smell of saffron, garlic, fishbone, and Pernod.
ANTHONY BOURDAINTravel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you.
ANTHONY BOURDAINCream rises. Excellence does have its rewards.
ANTHONY BOURDAINThere’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.
ANTHONY BOURDAINGood food and good eating are about risk.
ANTHONY BOURDAINUnder ‘Reasons for Leaving Last Job’, never give the real reason, unless it’s money or ambition.
ANTHONY BOURDAINYour body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.
ANTHONY BOURDAINThat without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund.
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