I just got Anthony Bourdain's book Medium Raw. I have read Kitchen Confidential and never miss an episode of No Reservations. But I read the first chapter and I'm saying, "What the fuck Tony?" Why are you eating an endangered species? Why are you writing about it like you're about to have your first orgasm? Maybe I'm over reacting. At this point I'm not sure I'll read the rest of the book. Why should I care? Because you made me like you. I enjoyed reading about your early years. Those heroin and crack infested days that you were lucky to live through. And what made it good was you knew it. You didn't act like you had finally gotten your just reward. No. You knew you were a lucky bastard. Executive chef at Les Halles and the you Travel around the world making TV and eating mostly great food with the occasional poop shoot. Not a bad gig. You can suck down all the tortured, endangered little birds full of their crap that you want. I think you are full of crap.
Tell me I'm over reacting, please. I want to read the rest of the book. I want to go on enjoying Tony's antics, but that was one fucked up and creepy scene of them eating those birds with napkins draped over their heads.