posted by: meg
Last week, Anthony Bourdain sadly passed away and left a void in the Worlds of travel, humanism, and food, taking the breath out of everyone's lungs. It seems like everyone has a story to tell about him, and I, too, have one.
When working in NYC in 2007, I had a team lunch at Brasserie Les Halles on Park Ave. South and, by chance, Anthony Bourdain was at the bar.
It was early and the restaurant wasn't crowded yet, so on my way out, I walked up to him and asked "Are you Tony?" and he said, "Yes. Hello!" I told him how I loved his cookbook Les Halles and was working my way through it.
Without skipping a beat, he surprised me by leaning in close and directed me with specific instructions: "Make sure to double the demi-glace on the veal short ribs recipe. I wish I had caught that."
I thanked him and said I'd remember that. He then took out a pen and gave me his autograph on one of the bar napkins, underlining his name with a flourish in the shape of a very large knife.
He was the same man in person as he was on the show.