David Simon | Tony


39 bookmarks. First posted by edmadrid 9 weeks ago.


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
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29 days ago by zackfern
David Simon remembers Anthony Bourdain...
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6 weeks ago by Smokler
David Simon über Anthony Bourdain. Fantastischer Text
Bourdain  Nachruf 
7 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.
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7 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
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8 weeks ago by dodecaphonic
über bourdain. good grief
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8 weeks ago 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…
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9 weeks ago by rey
Best tribute to Anthony Bourdain. Share with Brando. Brian.
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9 weeks ago by christopherming
RT : David Simon on Anthony Bourdain:
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9 weeks ago by wynlim
aka anthony bourdain
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9 weeks ago by ccaajj
RT : David Simon on Bourdain. As great as you would expect
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9 weeks ago 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…
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9 weeks ago by granth
"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 
9 weeks ago 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…
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9 weeks ago by bhays
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9 weeks ago 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
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9 weeks ago 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
9 weeks ago by sechilds
David Simon ( when Twitter hasn't put him in jail) on Anthony Bourdain. Wow. Just ... wow.
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9 weeks ago by andriak
.'s tribute to his friend Anthony Bourdain is the best you'll read.
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9 weeks ago 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…
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9 weeks ago by edmadrid