In light of the fact that I've been horizontal for several days wallowing in the neck pain, I've had a lot of time to watch TV. Now, don't get me wrong, I've done a good bit of reading too (Barack is my new bookish crack habit), but it's hard to stay in the "laying on stomach, propped up on pillows" method of body placement that I generally enjoy for reading given the neck issues. So, I've been watching a lot of TV. When I'm watching TV I prefer a couple of things: 1) House, M.D. if it's on 2) The Travel Channel or some other educational/documentary type thing 3) movies.
Since I've seen every episode of House that's aired ever (at least 4 times), I'm taking some time off from it (until January 9th when the new episodes come back). All of my Netflix movies are currently turned in and I'm awaiting a new shipment, and I've watched several of the ones I have recorded on DVR--most recently Smoke, Eulogy, and Little Women. I'm left with a lot of TV.
My favorite show on The Travel Channel is--hands down--Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. For those of you who might not be familiar, Anthony Bourdain has been a chef in NYC for ages and written several books including his chronicle of the culinary underbelly, Kitchen Confidential. No Reservations premiered in 2005. Each episode is an hour of Anthony traveling to some exotic locale, experiencing the culture and testing out the food. To give you a little sample, in the 4 episodes I watched yesterday he tried fermented shark, a seal eyeball, a very disturbing organ meat concoction in Ireland, among other more palateable items like fresh lobster, cod cakes, and a lot of beer.
The hook of the show, more than anything I suppose, is Bourdain himself. He's a badass, kids. He smokes like a freight train, drinks like a fish, favors profanity, and isn't a stranger to a barbed remark. Kinda like the House, M.D. of the cooking world. But decidedly likeable (to me anyhow, who seems to love assholes with a hearts of gold). He's often referred to as a "working class chef"...a regular guy who can down some brews with the best of 'em and sling out a hell of a creme brulee.
With all that in mind, Anthony Bourdain is officially my first "man I think is hot, that really isn't that hot" of 2007. In the past I've given you Hugh Laurie (still king, still gorgeous) and a number of others, and Bourdain is the latest, and one of the snarkiest in a continually growing list.