Sunday, February 22, 2009

A chef visits Durham

For part of Hubby’s Christmas present this year I got him tickets to see Anthony Bourdain live at the new Durham Performing Arts Center (DPAC). Hubby is a big fan of Bourdain’s. He has read “Kitchen Confidential,” “A Cook’s Tour,” and “The Nasty Bits,” all works written by Bourdain that highlight life in the kitchen. I think for hubby, Bourdain is someone he can relate to, someone who tells it like it is, someone who doesn’t glamorize the culinary world. Before the show, I knew almost nothing about Bourdain except that he was a chef storyteller that spared no dirty details.
Hubby and I raced to Mellow Mushroom for dinner before the show. It was well worth the 30-minute wait. I ordered a build-your-own green pepper, onion and green olive pizza. I saved the crusts in a napkin to sneak in to the show so that I could eat them like popcorn. It was genius.

A slice of delish pizza from Mellow Mushroom.

Pizza crusts make the perfect snacks to sneak in to a show.

We practically ran to DPAC after dinner (I still have the shin splints to prove it) and got to our seats about 10 minutes before the show started. We were seated in the lower balcony. It’s true what DPAC says about every seat feeling close to the stage. Bourdain came out, a little heavier and older looking than on his book jackets, but lively and well spoken as was expected.
We hadn’t been there more than 15 minutes when it became obvious that most of the audience was fans of Bourdain’s Food Network show “Chef’s Tour” and his Travel channel show “No Reservations,” not of his books. A lot of the performance was Bourdain rehashing events and episodes from “No Reservations.” All the stories were extremely entertaining, most involving intoxicated evenings abroad, unthinkably repulsive meals, explanations of why he hates Rachel Ray, and much cussing. Actually, the only Foot Network icon he didn’t bash was the Barefoot Contessa (Ina Garten).
Bourdain goes with the flow when in foreign territory. It can often be seen as rude not to. So in Russia, when the Russians drank 14 shots of heavy duty vodka over dinner, Bourdain complied with the custom as well. He’s eaten rattlesnake and, dare I say it, anus (I forgot from which animal, but does it really matter?). Bourdain admits he should be grateful for his success and for every inedible hurdle that perpetuates it.


Inside the new Durham Performing Arts Center.

Anthony Bourdain. No you can't actually see him because they don't allow cameras and I couldn't use a flash. But it was worth a try.

The show was rather short and afterward we headed with friends over to Revolution, Chef Jim Anile’s new hotspot downtown. We lingered at the bar for an hour, sipping drinks and not so secretly hoping Bourdain would walk through the doors. He never showed and thus, we headed home after a wonderfully, well-rounded evening out.

The bar at Revolution. Can't wait to eat dinner here one evening.

1 comments:

Kristin said...

Hehe I love smuggling the crusts in, you are genius. Tim says he thinks it was boar anus, he's a huge fan of Bourdain.