Anthony Michael Bourdain (born June 25, 1956) is an American chef, author, and television personality.
To the extent I am known, I think I am known as a person who expresses his opinion freely about things - and I was sensitive to the possibility that if I was seen taking money for saying nice things about a product, my comments and choices and opinions would become, understandably, suspect.
I have the best job in the world.
It's that show Friends. Ruined coffee forever.
Writing anything is a treason of sorts.
I just do the best I can and write something interesting, to tell stories in an interesting way and move forward from there.
Drugs didn't work out too well for me.
I, personally, think there is a really danger of taking food too seriously. Food should be part of the bigger picture.
It's wrong I think, morally and annoying in general, to try to get a kid to be a foodie, so I never even suggested, "Hey baby it's good, maybe you should try it. " That never worked for me.
Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom. . . is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go. -Anthony Bourdain
I've sat in sushi bars, really fine ones, and I know how hard this guy worked, how proud he is. I know you don't need sauce. I know he doesn't even want you to pour sauce. And I've seen customers come in and do that, and I've seen him, as stoic as he tries to remain, I've seen him die a little inside.
The mishandling of food and equipment with panache was always admired; to some extent, this remains true to this day. Butchers still slap down prime cuts with just a little more force and noise than necessary. Line cooks can't help putting a little English on outgoing plates, spinning them into the pass-through with reverse motion so they curl back just short of the edge. Oven doors in most kitchens have to be constantly tightened because of repeatedly being kicked closed by clog-shod feet. And all of us dearly love to play with knives.
My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.
Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans. . . are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.
Wholesome food is wholesome food anywhere. I may not like something but, generally speaking, if it's a busy, street food stall serving mystery meat in India, they're in the business of serving their neighbors. They're not targeted toward a transient crowd of tourists that won't be around tomorrow. They're not in the business of poisoning their neighbors.
Theres no hope, none, of ever talking about it without pissing somebody, if not everybody, off. . . By the end of this hour I will be seen by many as a terrorist sympathizer, a Zionist tool. A self-hating Jew, an apologist for American imperialism, an orientalist, socialist, fascist, CIA agent, and worse.
What you're going to be eating in the next year is decided by chefs. If the consensus is that pot-bellies are in next season, that's what's on your plate. And I think that's a good thing, because we know, obviously, about food.
I can unload my opinion on anybody at anytime.
If somebody crafts an interesting tweet that'll lead me to their blog, I'm going to their blog.
I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
Trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times. If you get lost and you just end up eating just anywhere, you know, you see a bunch of Venetians sitting around smoking cigarettes, eating something unrecognizable in a dark alley somewhere, chances are it's interesting.