Shocking news on the ether today. Anthony Bourdain, ex-junkie, ex-chef, voyageur et aventurier has died in France, apparently, and perhaps inevitably from suicide (he always made me think of The Velvet Underground).
Kitchen Confidential was a great read, and his tv programmes (No Reservations and Parts Unknown) humorous, revelatory and inspirational. I too will eat anything…just about, although raw warthog anus or raw seal eyeball might be a stretch.
Quel dommage. He was a dude.
May his heaven be an endless platter of oysters, ris de veau and sin.
Here as reported in The Guardian.