“Once you’ve been to Cambodia, you’ll never stop wanting to beat Henry Kissinger to death with your bare hands. You will never again be able to open a newspaper and read about that treacherous, prevaricating, murderous scumbag sitting down for a nice chat with Charlie Rose or attending some black-tie affair for a new glossy magazine without choking.

Witness what Henry did in Cambodia – the fruits of his genius for statesmanship – and you will never understand why he’s not sitting in the dock at The Hague next to Milošević.

While Henry nibbles on nori rolls and remaki at A-List parties, Cambodia, the neutral nation he secretly and illegally bombed, invaded and undermind and then threw to the dogs, is still trying to raise itself up on it’s remaining one leg.”

“Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.”
“My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.”
“I’m not afraid to look like an idiot.”
“I’m not afraid to look like a big, hairy, smelly, foreign devil in Tokyo, though I do my best not to, I really do.”
Vale Anthony Bourdain, chef, traveller, raconteur, author, social critic, rocker, documentary maker, dead via suicide at age 61.