After a long day, I headed to my local watering hole for a glass of wine. As I sipped subpar Pinot Grigio, I felt a blaring light behind me. The man sitting next to me at the bar screamed, “Yes! Bourdain!” I turned around to watch a younger, less-gray-haired Anthony Bourdain tossing fresh pasta…
I work day shifts at a bar in NYC, and its main patronage are dudes who throw back every ounce of beer in a can during their lunch breaks as they can to face going back to their 9-5s. I understand in a sense; I could never give in to the idea of sitting at…
