I had field experience, a vocabulary, and a criminal mind. I was a danger to myself and others.
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I had field experience, a vocabulary, and a criminal mind. I was a danger to myself and others.
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 BOURDAINI don’t have to agree with you to like you or respect you.
ANTHONY BOURDAINPerhaps omelet skills should be learned at the same time you learn to fuck.
ANTHONY BOURDAINIt’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description.
ANTHONY BOURDAINGarlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime, Please, treat your garlic with respect.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI could eat bloody Elvis – if you put enough vinegar on him.
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 BOURDAINAnd chicken is boring. Chefs see it as a menu item for people who don’t know what they want to eat.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk.
ANTHONY BOURDAINI lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas – fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
ANTHONY BOURDAINAn ounce of sauce covers a multitude of sins.
ANTHONY BOURDAINThe way you make an omelet reveals your character.
ANTHONY BOURDAINYour body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.
ANTHONY BOURDAINTravel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you.
ANTHONY BOURDAINDon’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.
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