…or why I think Anthony Bourdain is the coolest chef/host/dude on TV.
For the best example of twisted, repressed, or compromised “I’d rather be making lemon bundt cake with My Cat, Mr. Mufflesworth” journalist who actually HATES food and hates the people who make food even more
Nominees: Alan Richman for taking a big Dump on New Orleans at the worst possible time. And for his totally disingenuous piece on celebrity chefs not being behind the stove when Alan chooses to dine;
(Reference material: The hit job in question, Time-Picayune article on same)
Check out the other nominees. I think The Doucebag (the Doucey?) is all wrapped up already, so tune or surf in Friday for the other winners.