“Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria’s mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.”
― Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
Chefs are fond of hyperbole, so they can certainly talk that way. But on the whole, I think they probably have a more open mind than most people. Anthony Bourdain
In the restaurant world, Anthony Bourdain was a heavyweight. Not that he would says so. Rather, he would say that the art of creating food and serving it was perfected by others. He just wrote about it, spoke about it, and shared it. And it was in the sharing, that the world became friends with Anthony.
He truly loved life, it seemed. So, his departure leaves us stunned.
On cherche les mots et n’en trouve aucun.
Long ago, I stopped believing anything is strange, just different, and yet…
It is strange, one thinks, for one so curious as Anthony was, to take one’s life, and, by doing so, end the quest to discover what life is all about. Or was it, that Anthony had long ago, tired of the Sisyphean task, of searching and questioning, and knowing that one is no closer than before. Life is a journey, they say. Did he tire of that journey? Did he discover something he was searching for and having found it, could rest?
One looks for answers, and there is none. Anthony Bourdain took his own life in a hotel in France, and one asks why?
We’ll never know. He has departed for parts unknown.