Anthony Bourdain was all over South Boston last week, filming No Reservations. As always, local speculation on where he was eating was lively.
The Producers Guild nominated No Res for “Outstanding Producer of Non-Fiction Television.” The 22nd annual awards will be bestowed on January 22 at the Beverly Hilton Hotel and they’re no small potatoes. Tom Hanks will be receiving the Norman Lear Achievement Award in Television.
NR’s competition in the category is Deadliest Catch, Intervention, Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List, and Undercover Boss. Best of luck, Zero Point Zero!
But this week, NR is up for 2 Tasty Awards on the 13th, the same night Eric Ripert’s Cayman Cookout kicks off on Grand Cayman.
Speaking of Ripert, Tony and Eric, together again, March 4 in Boston at Symphony Hall, in a joint appearance billed as Good vs. Evil.
On January 5, Bourdain staged a live walkabout of Boston on Facebook and took some questions. Some numbnutz asked him how to start a blog, and Tony’s response has been ping-ponging around the blogosphere ever since. He said…
“Try being entertaining. Try being didactic. Stop being angry. If you’re an angry person with too many cats and a grudge against the New York Times, maybe you shouldn’t be blogging.”
Frankly, I don’t know what to make of this statement. I don’t know how many cats he considers “too many,” but I suspect it’s 2 [cue: hearty hiss from Cole]. For the record, I adore the New York Times.
Bourdain didn’t judge week 5 of Top Chef All-Stars, but he blogged about it. Another superior chef (Casey) went home while the judges cut Jamie an undue amount of slack for preparing 2 lousy dishes, even though her greasy green beans also brought down Antonia, who futilely tried to help Jamie while whipping up an excellent shrimp toast that could have been one of the best dishes.
The QuickFire challenge was a doozy where Tom Colicchio actually cooked. Then the cheftestants had to beat his time (8:37), notwithstanding that Colicchio knew where everything was and hadn’t had to fight for supplies nor share the kitchen facilities.
Time was also the enemy in the catastrophic elimination challenge, and everyone revealed they haven’t been watching enough No Res. They didn’t know this cardinal rule: Dim sum eaters don’t care if their deep-fried chicken feet are posed en pointe or garnished.
The show has gotten so ridiculous, I can see Padma slinking into the kitchen next week and announcing…
“For this week’s elimination challenge, you will have no ingredients, no utensils, and no time.
“Since Jamie stays whether she produces prison swill or absolutely nothing, my fellow judges and I have decided there’s no need to waste any of your time (or for me to consume calories I’ll have to lose when I ‘powder my nose’), so just relax. We’re airing a full hour of commercials for Buitoni pasta, Swanson Chicken Broth, and the Glad family of products.
“Meanwhile, we will arbitrarily decide at Judges’ Table who earns praise and who earns scorn this week for the dishes we think you might have prepared. And one of you will be going home.”
Naturally, the one who goes home will be anybody but Jamie, because she’s mastered the art of not cooking.