As I write this I’m watching people share stories and thoughts on what is looking like an apparent suicide by Anthony Bourdain.
The one time chef and author/globetrotter was found dead by his friend Éric Ripert in France this morning apparently by his own hand.
Anyone who has even casually looked at this blog will know that I have been a constant fan of the man and his work. A previous girlfriend of mine used to call him my man crush and I suppose that assessment was true.
In fact this blog page is a direct result of my early ‘obsession with Bourdain’. When my girlfriend and I won a trip to New York one of the first things we did was go to eat at his old restaurant Les Halles where he had been head chef.
I can’t even begin to imagine what his ex wife and daughter are going through this morning and in all sincerity my heart goes out to them though all of this.
Bourdain has the distinction of being one of the original bad boy celebrity chefs along with Marco Pierre White and Gordon Ramsay.
He used food as a bridge to explore different cultures. Sharing a meal and finding out what really makes the world tick. From high end dining with 3 star chefs to squatting in the sand with tribesmen in Namibia eating the less appealing parts of warthog.
He opened my mind to the world of exotic food. To the point where I will often try a new cuisine and just have the server bring me what they would want to eat.
Depression and suicide are very serious medical issues. One can never really know what demons a person is struggling with. What pain, guilt or shame they carry in their hearts. Real or imagined to the outside world those feelings are all too real to the person suffering.
Mental illness can be as debilitating as a broken bone or heart condition. But because that pain is invisible to everyone else it is misunderstood and marginalized by the outside world. I know this because I deal with depression and severe anxiety on a daily basis.
To all of Anthony’s family and friends I offer my sincere condolences. You do not grieve alone.
Posted in Breaking News, Cooking and Food, Les Halles, New York, Uncategorized
Tagged A cooks tour, Anthony Bourdain, Arianne, Éric Ripert, Gordon Ramsey, Kitchen Confidential, Les Halles, Marco Pierre White, mental-health, New York, No Reservations, Ottavia Busia, Paris, Parts Unknown, Street Food, Suicide, Suicide Prevention
The other night my lady and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary together as a couple, the weekend was young and a nice dinner out was in order. As you may suspect there are many excellent local establishments we could have tried but as it happens we had hankerd to try a little bistro only 2 minutes from our home.
In Ferno's Bistro
Posted in Cooking and Food, Winnipeg Food Scene
Tagged Eat Local, Fern Kirouac, Fine Dining, Food, Foodie, French Cooking, Fusion Cooking, In Ferno's Bistro, Les Halles, Seasonal Cooking, St Boniface
Hi there again… As you may or may not know my Significant Other and I, were fortunate enough to have won a trip to New York City and a chance to take in the concerts to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!!
I have promised to post a tale of our trip for some time now so I will begin at the beginning.
Being a long time listener to 92.1 CITI fm here in Winnipeg I am used to hearing the big concert and trip announcements that the station gives away during ratings periods. But it really floored me to find out that they were giving away a once in a lifetime trip to see the gathered members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame perform “Jam Style” at Madison Square Garden.
I immediately had to get in on this opportunity, placing a number of entries into their VIP Club system. As the weeks went by I had a “Lucky” feeling that we were going to win, and as it turned out we were picked to go into the last round of entries on my 40th Birthday in September. That sealed it I figured we were a lock to win the big prize.
By coincidence the day of the draw I was home for work, I told my Girlfriend Darlene to make sure her cell phone was charged and on ready for the inevitable call. She looked at me bemused, but I was unshakable we were going to win… As promised her phone rang at the appointed time, she was sure that I was pulling her leg. But when she answered my dream had come true. We had actually won an all expenses trip to New York.
We were put up scant blocks away from Madison Square Garden and the Empire State Building.
Empire State Building from our Hotel Room