This one hit particularly hard (why are the good ones leaving and the terrible ones staying?). I’d read last year’s profile in The New Yorker, and Parts Unknown became my go-to show on Netflix for when I was in-between things to watch. I spent a lot of time with him this month: I read the 1999 New Yorker piece that made him famous, reread Kitchen Confidential, which is great, listened to him on Fresh Air, and read a bunch of his interviews, including one where he makes fun of fancy beer drinkers. He had a whole worldview that I could get down with, and he will be forever missed. Yesterday would have been Anthony Bourdain‘s 62nd birthday.
By the way, Bourdain hated Chick-fil-A.
”Now, I don’t drink the best beer in the world on the show. It’s a problem that comes up a lot actually. The angriest mail I get is from beer nerds—people who are craft beer enthusiasts and see me drinking a cold, available beer from a mass production and they get really cranky with me, and they assume that I’m plugging it or something. In fact, I just like cold beer, and my standards rise and fall depending on access to cold beer.”