David Simon | Tony


39 bookmarks. First posted by edmadrid june 2018.


I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow become friends with Anthony Bourdain. My son, then a young teenager, also in his underwear, was as inert and transfixed as I was. via Pocket
Pocket 
9 weeks ago by zackfern
David Simon remembers Anthony Bourdain...
from twitter
11 weeks ago by Smokler
David Simon über Anthony Bourdain. Fantastischer Text
Bourdain  Nachruf 
12 weeks ago by movation
I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow become friends with Anthony Bourdain. My son, then a young teenager, also in his underwear, was as inert and transfixed as I was.
Pocket  food 
12 weeks ago by neverminding
I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow become friends with Anthony Bourdain. My son, then a young teenager, also in his underwear, was as inert and transfixed as I was. via Pocket
IFTTT  Pocket 
june 2018 by dodecaphonic
über bourdain. good grief
Food  obit 
june 2018 by praschl
June 11, 2018 I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow…
via:edmadrid  Instapaper 
june 2018 by rey
Best tribute to Anthony Bourdain. Share with Brando. Brian.
inspiration-list 
june 2018 by christopherming
RT : David Simon on Anthony Bourdain:
from twitter
june 2018 by wynlim
aka anthony bourdain
cool  dharma  food 
june 2018 by ccaajj
RT : David Simon on Bourdain. As great as you would expect
from twitter
june 2018 by joegermuska
June 11, 2018 I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow…
from instapaper
june 2018 by granth
Bourdain
essay  memory  2018  food 
june 2018 by mechazoidal
"I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow become friends with Anthony Bourdain. My son, then a young teenager, also in his underwear, was as inert and transfixed as I was. We were both locked into the ninth or tenth consecutive hour of a Labor Day weekend marathon of Bourdain’s cultural-journey-through-food breakthrough show, “No Reservations.”"
bourdain  food  tonybourdain  davidsimon  treme 
june 2018 by grahams
June 11, 2018 I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow…
from instapaper
june 2018 by bhays
David Simon | Tony via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2sNF1FS
IFTTT  Instapaper  longreads 
june 2018 by chetan
I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow become friends with Anthony Bourdain. My son, then a young teenager, also in his underwear, was as inert and transfixed as I was. via Pocket
longreads  letters  friends 
june 2018 by rockbandit
The long, lanky, exquisitely sad-faced visage of a road-worn Bourdain sitting on the broken pavement in a South American alley – Buenos Aires or maybe Montevideo, there is no way to be sure when twenty episodes are consumed at once — his back to a stone wall, arms crossed above his knees, watching children play at rag-tag soccer with a deflated ball. Still prostrate before the Travel Channel two hours later, I was located by my more culturally literate wife who informed me not only that my discovery of Tony Bourdain’s greatness was belated – the man was already a phenomenon in the world of cuisine — but also that we had met and enjoyed part of evening with him at a crime-writing convention in England some years before. His first scene of a kitchen at work crested gracefully in this moment: The worthy Kim Dickens as DeSautel, her restaurant finally reopened, plating a shrimp-and-grits entrée crowned by a crusted brown-red prawn, bug-eyes and antennae upward, praying to whatever deity governs such transcendent perfection. Instead, he was in search of the best pho however far out Chef Menteur Highway that happened to be, or even further afield, he was hours to the west at an Opelousas campground, at a Cajun boucherie where the keepers of that cultural flame battled through a 98-degree day to disassemble an entire pig at fifteen separate stations and make all of it disappear in gastronomic ways that no Royal Street restauranteur could ever fathom. Yes indeed, there he is, firm in
june 2018 by sechilds
David Simon ( when Twitter hasn't put him in jail) on Anthony Bourdain. Wow. Just ... wow.
from twitter_favs
june 2018 by andriak
.'s tribute to his friend Anthony Bourdain is the best you'll read.
from twitter
june 2018 by johntheeditor
June 11, 2018 I was still on the sofa at four in the afternoon, still half-dressed, when I decided that my life could not be complete if I did not somehow…
Instapaper 
june 2018 by edmadrid