The one-way ticket is most about writing. All authors
steal find inspiration in those who came before. One I’ve grifted from is Anthony Bourdain.
You may know him only as ubiquitous travelogue host and food pundit. But he first captured my attention as a brash badboy hosting his first show, the low-budget, immature, addictive Cook’s Tour. Compelled me to pick up his first memoir, Kitchen Confidential.
Blew my damn mind. His words stick—I still won’t order fish on Mondays (even after he flip-flopped and said it's okay now). When I see a bride or bachelorette party in a restaurant, I wonder if her whites will be soiled in the back alley before the check arrives.