sometimes I like to swoon over Anthony Bourdain.

 

keithwagstaff:

In this photo, an octopus offends Christopher Walken with its terrible Christopher Walken impression. 

keithwagstaff:

In this photo, an octopus offends Christopher Walken with its terrible Christopher Walken impression. 

I’m a big believer in momentum. As an ex-abuser of drugs, I’m not a person who should have any pleasurable interruptions. Inactivity, time for reflection—these are not good for me. I work a lot, do a lot of different things, but I think in some ways I’m overcompensating for the inner, hidden knowledge that somewhere deep inside me there’s a lazy hippie waiting to get out, that if I’m given the opportunity, I’d lay down on the couch, turn on Adventure Time or The Simpsons, smoke a joint, and lay there for the next six months. If I go to work, I’m going to do things. I keep at them.

I’ll tell you something really terrible: every relationship I’ve ever had with a woman, at some point very early on, I’d bring them to Yasuda in New York, and I would watch how they would eat. If they talked too much, didn’t understand how to eat sushi, if they did not eat the uni - we will never have a relationship. That’s it. It’s the end.

Bourdain in Japan, confiding to his mentor, Naomichi Yasuda (via kateoplis)

Any reasonable, sentient person who looks at Spain, comes to Spain, eats in Spain, drinks in Spain, they’re going to fall in love. Otherwise, there’s something deeply wrong with you.

Anthony Bourdain, Parts Unknown


Tomorrow will be hamburgers! And Hot dogs! Not to worry! There will be the right, the perfect potato buns. Relish. American cheese. Said cheese slices will have been pre-separated and replaced, kitty corner, in a neat stack, for easy-grab action once I’m at the grill. There will be ketchup, of course, and two types of mustard. I prefer Dijon style—but as a man who respects tradition, I will also provide yellow, ballpark style mustard.

Tomorrow will be hamburgers! And Hot dogs! Not to worry! There will be the right, the perfect potato buns. Relish. American cheese. Said cheese slices will have been pre-separated and replaced, kitty corner, in a neat stack, for easy-grab action once I’m at the grill. There will be ketchup, of course, and two types of mustard. I prefer Dijon style—but as a man who respects tradition, I will also provide yellow, ballpark style mustard.