Anthony Bourdain, described by Radar as the “cranky celebrity chef,” shares his list of beefs with restaurant menus in the October issue of the magazine. He can do without flavored salts, water sommeliers, truffle oil, and the dubiously labeled “cruelty-free” animal products—because the beasts clearly had to be killed in cold blood in order to make it to the table. But if you really want to get his goat, offer him a chocolate martini:
Both chocolate and liquor are good in bars, but ordering them together announces that you don’t like or appreciate either. Anyone who requests this drink should also get a T-shirt that says ‘I am an asshole, please take my money.’
So, Bourdain’s still calling ’em like he sees ’em. But what’s up with that unfortunate photo? Posed with a less-than-menacing pair of tongs (somebody must have left his chef knives at home), Bourdain is looking pretty rough. Maybe all the chain-smoking, trash-talking, weird-food-eating, and general partying like a rock star is starting to age him. Actually, considering his lifestyle, he probably looks a lot younger and fresher than he should. We still love ya, Tony—grizzled hair, far-off stare, and all.
Kara
I like his take actually.
I noticed another recent article of his in 'Spin' on his memories of the Birth of Punk Rock in 1977 New York City.
Serge
The first person on that site to comment pretty much summed it up in a pefect little wrapper when he said
"Anthony Bourdain is a genius. And a bitch."
What more can you say, except thanks for the link? I'm not sure which I liked better- the menu critique or the Bourdain critique.