Anthony Bourdain

in short, the kind of warm welcome and name recognition all of us beaten-down, working-class slobs crave when going out to dinner

Let him show up late, fuck up service … because you’re afraid he’s gonna off himself? Fuck him. We’re on a lifeboat, baby. The weak? The dangerous? The infirm? They go over the side.’

If an unexpected period of unemployment inspires you to leap off a bridge, hang yourself from a tree or chug-a-lug a quart of drain cleaner, that’s too bad

It is no coincidence that all my kitchens over time come to resemble one another and are reminiscent of the kitchens I grew up in: noisy, debauched and overloaded with faux testosterone – an effective kitchen, but a family affair, and a dysfunctional one, at that. I coddle my hooligans when I’m not bullying them.

Scott learned early that he might have to actually work for a living, whereas I, a product of the New Frontier and Great Society, honestly believed that the world pretty much owed me a living – all I had to do was wait around in order to live better than my parents

thought Scott was in it for the food or for the lifestyle. It gave him pause

By this, I mean simply that many times in my life the statistical probabilities of a fatal outcome have been overwhelming – thanks to my sins of excess and poor judgment and my inability to say no to anything that sounded as if it might have been fun. By all rights I should have been, at various times: shot to death, stabbed to death, imprisoned for a significant period of time, or at very least

My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.

Sure, there were things to learn. I learn things all the time. But I’m talking about eye-opening, revelatory, perspective-altering life experiences: the exotic, the frightening, the totally new.

with a wife who still – remarkably – found me to be amusing on occasion