Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed pope mobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria’s mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s OK. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.
I was sharing a house in Provincetown one summer with a bunch of friends from high school. I was not contributing to the rent, and everybody I was living with was working in seasonal jobs at restaurants either as cooks or floor staff, one night they just said, we need a dishwasher and it’s going to be you, since you are not contributing to the rent. SoI got started as a dishwasher and fell in love with the whole business and the whole subculture.
I mean, I never had the highest opinion of him in the first place, but I guess he’s the last person in this life I should look to for principles, david Burke went in and took over [ the space Jose Andres had originally occupied ], and promptly tried to poach David Burke staff, I hear. This was after Jose Andres reached out and said Everyone welcome Jose Andres to Washington, don’t hold it against Jose Andres, just because I decided to pull out. So Burke’s a steaming loaf of sh , as far as I ’m concerned, and feel free to quote me.