My Quest to Experience Heaven on Earth, in Honor of Anthony Bourdain

Scrooge, a funny little dog.
Scrooge, a funny little dog.
A pint at The Gravediggers. Photo provided by Vincent Van Patten
A pint at The Gravediggers. Photo provided by Vincent Van Patten
Looking back, re-reading this, it seems that no matter what i thought I knew at any given moment in my life, I never knew shit about shit. Not about the important things, anyway. That’s still very much a work in progress, figuring out the important stuff. One of the comforts of cooking professionally is that you end up knowing some things absolutely. You know that plates go into the dishwashing machine dirty and tend to come out clean. You know how best to cook an omelet. When risotto is done right and when it’s done wrong. You know that showing up on time is an absolute virtue and that being late is always, always bad. In an imperfect and ever changing world where few things are for certain, that’s pretty satisfying still — to know that something is for sure.
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