Listening back through my tapes from interviewing Bourdain in 2016, I found a gem.
He proved that writing and restaurant work—which I’d previously considered two separate spheres—didn’t have to be mutually exclusive.
Bourdain saw in food what the Stooges and the Ramones saw in music: that it could be an outlet for misfits.
Bourdain saw food and feasts like a moment in the backseat of a car, with something like eagerness and awe simultaneously.
As a native West Virginian, I never thought I'd see my home state represented with respect and fairness—until Bourdain showed up.
How to eat, how to be young, and when to shut the fuck up.
The chef and television host was found unresponsive in his hotel room by Eric Ripert.