Poem inspired by Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
I never knew shit about shit. He never acted better than anyone, because he never thought he was artful lies and evasions-- the poster boy for bad behavior I'm the cook I always hated. Fresh out of Tintins and cranky as hell (France was a wonderland for underaged drinkers) They seemed afraid of nothing-- most badass bunch of cookies in town a Hemingwayesque, hard-boozing raconteur Renaissance man A good cook is a craftsman--not an artist. -Cooks hate brunch -Vegetarians are the enemy of everything -Your body is not a temple it's an amusement park Eating garbage at the top of the world, we're going to tear a new asshole into the New York restaurant scene The Shadow and his minions urged me on to hang out in the fading day light of Irish bars. I was I'm telling you for the record unqualified for the job My stomach is roiling hell broth of suppressed frustration Dodging creditors and ex-girlfriends two evil Energizer bunnies a sort of supernova of stupidity -Be fully committed -Learn Spanish! -Don't steal -Always be on time -Never make excuses or blame others -Never call in sick -Be prepared to witness every variety of human folly and injustice -Try not to lie -Read! -Don't be a prick to your servers Human nature remains a mystery to me.
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