This hurts. Chefs, foodies, writers, travel and television junkies mourn the passing of Anthony Bourdain. He was a quotable guy, and social media is filled with his fans’ favorites. I was in Portland, Maine on the afternoon immediately following his death. The people working at a small foodie wine store, Browne Trading Market, had already penned their—actually Bourdain’s—sentiments and placed them on the Commercial Street sidewalk for all to share. Passersby stopped, read, and smiled or teared up, or both.
One of my favorite Bourdain quotes is about food and identity:
Grandma must have meant something to him, because one of my other favorite quotes spoke not just of food, but of the respect I saw him show to everyone with whom he shared a table on his award-winning television program.
“I often talk about the 'Grandma rule' for travelers. You may not like Grandma’s Thanksgiving turkey. It may be overcooked and dry—and her stuffing salty and studded with rubbery pellets of giblet you find unpalatable in the extreme. You may not even like turkey at all. But it’s Grandma’s turkey. And you are in Grandma’s house. So shut the fuck up and eat it. And afterward, say, 'Thank you, Grandma, why, yes, yes of course I’d love seconds.'”