Kitchen Confidential – by
Anthony Bourdain
Memoir
464 KB/321 Pages
Footnotes/Endnotes: No
Illustrations: No
Suitable for eReaders: Yes
5 Stars
Okay, I admit, I like Anthony Bourdain. I travel the world
and enjoy foods vicariously through his TV show, No Reservations that I will
never get to see or enjoy any other way. I also admit, right up front, if you
think the language of the show is rough, the language in this book is full bore
with No Bleeps!
Last year, I read Beaten, Seared, and Sauced,
a memoir by Jonathan Dixon on his journey to become a Chef and graduate from
the CIA. It was fun.
This year, Kitchen Confidential seemed a natural follow on.
Both Bourdain and Dixon attended and graduated from the same CIA campus. Both
are male. Both write well. End of comparison.
Bourdain is a Bad Boy from the get-go. I have a soft spot
for Bad Boys, at least some. At least those who are at a safe distance;-) This
memoir is filled with raunch, booze, drugs, and escapades that had me laughing
out loud almost through the whole thing. I started it as a bedtime read, and
spent most of today on the sofa finishing it. I don't mind the language if it's
in a funny setting. And it is, well, Bourdain.
He tells us when to order fish, and when not to, and why. He
explains what really goes on behind the scenes in the kitchen. His crew a
missed match bunch of bawdy pirates, who come and go with the tides. And just
about the time when you wonder, really wonder, he takes us into a 3-star
restaurant, and shows us how a kitchen can be run—with respect, quiet, totally
the opposite of New York's Les Halles where he is the Executive Chef (at least
at the time of the writing of the book). He points out the differences, and
explains why he will never be a 3-star Chef.
Do you think you might like to be a Chef? Do your friends
tell you you should open your own restaurant, serve your special foods and
drinks for money? Do you harbor that dream of having your own show on Food
Network, of becoming the next Iron Chef? Read this book, and think about it,
very, very seriously. Then, if you still want to open your own place, go forth
and do so. But remember what Anthony Bourdain writes. Remember his descriptions
of his hands. Can you stand for 10-17 hours a day, seven days a week? Pay
attention. And don't say you weren't warned!
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