Tony Bourdain Gets Bitten, Blown
"Kitchen Confidential fans will want to read Kitchen Con by Irish resto critic Trevor White when it's published here next month," writes Manhattan User's Guide—but we're willing to bet fans of Kitchen Confidential will probably just want to re-read Kitchen Confidential again. White's first book looks to be a Bourdain "homage," a foul-mouthed free wheeling rampage through the culinary world. But whereas Bourdain actually worked in restaurants, all White ever did was write about them. Don't get us wrong, White certainly knows how to service a gentleman. One gentleman in particular.
Tony Bourdain is a very cool character. Tall. Handsome. Hip. Funny. As he fluffed another question that it probably wasn't fair to ask, I caught myself admiring him as one might admire a drunken friend, impressing some girl on the last bus home with stories that won't lie down. A waitress, probably. I bet he's slept with plenty. Looks like Jeffrey Goldblum, dresses like Harvey Keitel. You get the impression that he wants to be buried in black leather.
Umm, projection much?