So, I had a brief debate with myself this evening about whether or not it was worth staying up to watch the season premiere of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations on the Travel Channel. I made the right choice.
I began to fall in love with Anthony Bourdain over the past few weeks (apologies to my Man), as Travel Channel was showing about every episode in succession to prepare for the new season. Well, I’m hooked. Who can resist a show that refers to matadors as “teen idols…Zac Efron with a sword” or features oyster flavored alcohol that’s apparently “like baby food that gets you slowly drunk”? Moreover, it was worth giving up an hour of my usual sleep schedule to watch Tony thrown onto a mat by a professional wrestler. Even more so, this episode made me want to go to Mexico, mostly to eat. Everything looked tasty (except maybe the oyster-y alcohol) and I’m always impressed by Bourdain’s seemingly genuine surprise at liking everything he tries. One might think that at this point he’d realize he likes everything, but he always tries it and he’s always impressed.
Despite his frequent digs at my favorite Food Network shows and stars, I love Bourdain’s perspective and the places the show goes. I love the people he meets, I always learn something worth knowing and now I can add Mexico to my list of places I want to visit.
Now, I just have to decide if I’m going to watch No Reservations or Chopped on Monday evenings and if I can really afford to stay awake until 11 on school nights.
Next week No Reservations goes to Venice. How can I say no?
I really must start reading Kitchen Confidential.