Don’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.
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Don’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.
ANTHONY BOURDAINWriting anything is a treason of sorts.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find the perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one.
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 BOURDAINI don’t have to agree with you to like you or respect you.
ANTHONY BOURDAINIt’s very rarely a good career move to have a conscience.
ANTHONY BOURDAINAvoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don’t deserve to eat garlic.
ANTHONY BOURDAINPeople confuse me. Food doesn’t.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI had field experience, a vocabulary, and a criminal mind. I was a danger to myself and others.
ANTHONY BOURDAINSkills can be taught. Character you either have or you don’t have.
ANTHONY BOURDAINOpen your mind, get up off the couch, move.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas – fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
ANTHONY BOURDAINFrightened people become angry people – as history teaches us again and again.
ANTHONY BOURDAINTo me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.
ANTHONY BOURDAINYour body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.
ANTHONY BOURDAINGood food is very often, even most often, simple food.
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