I admit it, I find chefs sexy. (Real actual chefs, not that guy you know that thinks he’s a culinary genius because he mixed horseradish and mayonnaise together and put it on a roast beef sandwich.) It’s something about the hard work, long hours and dedication to a art that gets, well… eaten. As a good friend of mine who is a professional chef who specializes in wedding cakes once told me, in his darkest hours of depression he thinks about how all his hard work always ends up in the toilet.
I had a major thing for Gordon Ramsay for awhile, but I have to be honest with him and let him know that our short-lived romance is over as I have found someone new: Anthony Bourdain.
Anthony’s not new to me – I read his book, Kitchen Confidential, years ago. And I always watch his Travel Channel show, No Reservations, when I get a chance. But, something’s changed. Maybe it’s that he’s getting older and not quite so arrogant and in-your-face rude. Now, he’s just smart and biting and a little bit more mellow.
Gordon, on the other hand, has turned into a media whore as well as a literal one. I mean, how many different cooking/restaurant shows can you have on the FOX network? And, they’re all the same: He gets some dolt who either doesn’t know how to cook or doesn’t know how to run a restaurant and he screams and yells at them for an hour. If I wanted to listen to screaming and yelling that much, I’d just go home and visit my parents. And, after proclaiming to anyone who would listen what a great family man he is, he gets caught snogging some babes in the hotels attached to his restaurants around the world! Smooth move, Gordon – considering that your father-in-law owns half of your companies. Bet that has been awkward at the old board meeting.
Anyway, I have officially replaced Gordon on my Chef Do List with Tony – FYI. Plus, this picture is hot.