RIP Anthony Bourdain

He was a huge inspiration to venture out and experiment in my own cooking. It goes to show that even with his lifestyle, career, etc., depression is a very real and difficult battle.

RIP

 

Damn, That was a great show.... Such a better dude than that asshat Zimmerman

 

Watching his show makes me want to travel and go places. He was a great story teller also. Never know what people have going on.

 

Very sad

 

Wow. I know now what it was our Chef was talking about when I walked into the kitchen while ago.

You just never know what is running through someone else's mind.

Sad.

 

This sucks. I sure didn't see it coming.

 

RIP section @tcBob

 

Sad day, he was fun to watch, RIP Anthony Bourdain.

 

depression is hard to spot sometimes. Tremendous shame is felt, so we hide it from everyone.

 

It ain't no joke.
It bothers me to hear people rag on people that suffer and take their own lives, they have zero idea.

 

Him and Alton were/are my biggest role models... only two I ever turkey watched and liked and learned from.

He did an episode in detroit that really hit home... made me appreciate him even more.


BOURDAIN: Firefighters, in my experience, are a lot like the Marines I've met over the years. No matter how badly led, ridiculously underequipped, underappreciated, no matter how doomed their mission, they take a bizarre and quite beautiful pride in at least being screwed more than everybody else and doing it with style. They seem to do what they do for themselves. It's not a job. It's a calling.

 

Meh. Selfish way out.

Enjoyed his shows. He will be missed.

 

Really enjoyed watching his show. That last show I watched 3 or 4 months ago, he was really down and was not excited about anything. Sad way to go, if you need help say something.

 

Yeah, I heard on the radio this morning on the way to work. I didn't realize how much I liked this guy or how many times I've watched his show until today. Dude was so damn interesting and had a remarkable gift to share a thought and feeling in such a way that he seemed genuine and comfortable.

 

Gotta say, this celebrity death hit me the hardest. I’ve watched so much parts unknown and the dude seemed real. I know it was a show but it always seemed to me to be one of the most honest shows out there. He always seemed so comfortable.

Hope the pain ended for him, if for nothing else than the incredible heartache it’s given to his daughter especially and family as a whole.

 

yep...

 

This was the very first thing I heard when I woke at 7am. Shocking. Shitty way to start the first day of vacation. My wife and I watched everything he did, one of the few things we would bother recording, and would get pissed when only reruns were on. Among all the utter dogshit on the tube and everywhere these days, Tony was a ray of light, honesty, thought, passion, and humanity. Not to mention the beautiful and gritty cinematography his team worked so hard to create.

His Iran episode should be mandatory viewing. He will be missed. His contributions will not.

 

https://www.gq.com/story/rip-anthony-bourdain

Anthony Bourdain Was the Most Interesting Man in the World

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Anthony Bourdain Was the Most Interesting Man in the World
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An appreciation.

I wanted his life. I don’t think I’m alone in that. He went places you and I will never go. He ate things you and I will never eat. He met people you and I will never meet. He lived. Anthony Bourdain lived so much that the idea of him dying seems completely preposterous.

And yet here we are. Pick any superlative you want for him. He was, of course, an excellent chef. If you haven’t made his scrambled eggs, do yourself a favor and correct that. He was a wonderful writer and enormously popular public speaker. He presided over what was, in my mind, the best travel show in TV history (No Reservations and Parts Unknown shared a production company, a host, and a logline, so by all means consider them one and the same).

But his greatest accomplishment, of course, was his life itself. I mean, honestly, WHAT A GODDAMN LIFE, MAN! He lived a scant 61 years, but my god, were those years densely packed. Watching him trot around the globe week to week engendered only the warmest of envies. And, in death, Bourdain takes with him a collection of memories and experiences so immeasurable, and so vast, that they dwarf any book or TV episode he leaves behind.

It is that life, more than his work, that millions of people (myself included) seek to emulate: a life that is hungry, thirsty, curious, honest, compassionate, rowdy, horny, all of it. That life has almost certainly inspired the very hipsters that Bourdain himself openly derided, but that’s a pretty minor complaint when you think about it. He was a man of true pleasure—pleasure in food, pleasure in sex, pleasure in friendship, pleasure in love—and wanting that for yourself is a welcome sin.

I cannot know what drove Bourdain to allegedly take his own life. He was a recovering addict. He suffered from bouts of depression. He was heir in spirit to another author, Hunter S. Thompson, who also died by suicide. He spent what was almost certainly an unhealthy amount of time out on the road, alone. But I think I’m gonna go ahead and leave those demons be, because no matter how or why Bourdain died, he embodied, at least on television, the way a person ought to live, a life where fame and avarice take a backseat to the feeding of your very soul.

And I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say the world would be a better place, and can very much be a better place, if everyone followed his lead and took true joy in seeking out and understanding the unknown. That is the greatest and most wondrous indulgence of all. Raise a glass. Cook a pig. Hug a friend. We cannot have Anthony Bourdain’s life, but thanks to him I know damn well that all of us can still have fantastic lives of our own, and that’s no small thing.