Man, fucking Tony is gone? My LJ interests page probably has more dead people than alive people now. I am too drunk to write a proper entry, i guess that could be seen as some kind of tribute. Definitely this weekend i will eat meat, if i find something worthwhile.
PS i am still a drowned in soup chicken. But the tropical cyclone is heading north of Guangdong so day after tomorrow we might see a bit of sun. I guess i should sit outside and drink 白酒 somewhere. Fuck 😿
Mr. Bourdain is gonna be laughing at all of us - while he eats all his favorite treats.
I think the reason why I am more upset about this than if - say - Paul or Louis Theroux passed away is because I identify a bit closer with Bourdain. He represents a version of me that never happened. I worked in a restaurant during high school and I look back on that job fondly, despite the stink and the noise and the abuse and the lousy pay. It felt like honest work. When I read Kitchen Confidential it was like a peek into what might have been for me.
I saw a great comment on the Graun pointing out that he was 40something when he became famous, and it goes to show that even if you are just a former drug addict and mediocre line cook, doesn't mean you pissed your life away. You can still write a few books and change it all up if you want. That's something to hold on to, i think.
if you're a drowned in soup chicken, you need some dumplings and carrots, or a nice matzo ball. :D maybe some noodles.
I guess those sorts of cultural experiences had through food are exactly what Anthony Bourdain was good at sharing. I'll miss his stuff for sure.