How to best describe this book…
If you enjoy eating out in restaurants for the mere pleasure and prestige of attending a social function, don’t read this book. You’re not grownup enough to understand life. It will shatter your nicely self-constructed illusions.
If you enjoy eating out in restaurants and could care less how your food is prepared, what it costs and who sees you eat it, pull up a chair. Bourdain serves up the truth and forces you to eat well.
I’ve worked in restaurants in various stations for about 10 years of my life. I’ve never eaten as a patron in any of places I’ve worked. I’ve prepared my own food…always...and I’ll eat almost anything.
I cast no allusions as to what he says; it’s all true. I’ve seen it myself (Thank God I got out when I did). Dropped food reheated and served; green and grey moss wiped from produce before prepping; rampant and quick, sloppy sex performed everywhere; baskets of bread once served to the table, returned to the kitchen and reserved moments later (after a quick fluffing up) are performed with religious fervor (remember this when your boyfriend does his infamous penis impression with a breadstick and shoves it back into the basket after having gotten all the laughs he can, chances are it will be served to your grandmother and her bridge club later that day); all these occurrences including the foul language and physical abuse are the SOP’s of a successful kitchen.
Grab your dinnerware and stuff a napkin under your chin, this menu is a la carte and Bourdain is your chef.