On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.
Isobel recently borrowed my copy of Kitchen Confidential. She’d never read it, but it’s one of a few books I keep front-and-center on the shelf behind my desk. Like the others in the small stack, it’s there as a reminder more than anything.
Since Isobel was new to Anthony Bourdain and his work, I suggested that once she finish reading Kitchen Confidential, we watch the CNN documentary that came out in the aftermath of his death.
So we did.
Keep reading:
onward.