Hey! Tony!

Anthony Bourdain is my fucking hero. I remember the very first episode of "No Reservations" I ever saw. It was the Pacific Northwest episode. I was a little miffed about the lack of detail and time he spent in Seattle, but what I saw was a brazen asshole who loved food and knew what the fuck he was talking about. And, not only that, he wanted to eat the bizarre and wonderful local things such as the Geoduck (pronounced gooey-duck for all you non-northwesterners.)

(I have no fucking clue who this yokel is)

There was something that this crass son-of-a-bitch had, a certain je ne sais quoi if you will, that I found intriguing. I had to watch more, and I did. I watched hours of this guy travel the world making an ass out of himself drinking too much smoking too much and generally making an ass out of himself. I loved it.

I loved the fact that there was someone out there on those stupid ass food and travel channels that I could identify with. Someone who loved punk rock and hated dumb-ass people and, furthermore, loved food.

My love of Bourdain continued, and with that a Tivo subscription.

Then, one about a month ago, Drew said to me "Anthony Bourdain is coming to town, and I got us tickets." I practically shit my pants. After jumping up and down like a thirteen year old girl I calmed down and accepted the fact that I would actually be in the same room as one of my heroes.

Fast-forward to this evening.

The man came out and killed it. He talked about everything I wanted him to talk about. He was as funny and interesting as I thought and hoped he would be. I won 't go into it, suffice to say he was exactly who he presents. Or something like that. . .