Kitchen Confidential
Avventure gastronomiche a New York
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Publisher Description
“Il vostro corpo non è un tempio, è un parco dei divertimenti. Godetevi la corsa”New York vista da un punto di osservazione assai particolare: le cucine dei grandi ristoranti, raccontata da una voce irriverente e sincera, quella di un cuoco per vocazione che, dopo venticinque anni di “sesso, droga e alta cucina”, decide di vuotare il sacco. Anthony Bourdain, chef e romanziere, ci accompagna in un viaggio indimenticabile che ha come punto di partenza la sua prima ostrica alla Gironde e, passando da Tokyo e Parigi, ritorna a New York, sempre “via cucina”. Graffiante, trasgressivo, disincantato, Kitchen Confidential è il racconto di un'avventura culinaria sempre al limite, è uno sguardo dietro le quinte che rivela gli orrori della ristorazione, facendo l'appello degli ideali traditi e di quelli realizzati.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Chef at New York's Les Halles and author of Bone in the Throat, Bourdain pulls no punches in this memoir of his years in the restaurant business. His fast-lane personality and glee in recounting sophomoric kitchen pranks might be unbearable were it not for two things: Bourdain is as unsparingly acerbic with himself as he is with others, and he exhibits a sincere and profound love of good food. The latter was born on a family trip to France when young Bourdain tasted his first oyster, and his love has only grown since. He has attended culinary school, fallen prey to a drug habit and even established a restaurant in Tokyo, discovering along the way that the crazy, dirty, sometimes frightening world of the restaurant kitchen sustains him. Bourdain is no presentable TV version of a chef; he talks tough and dirty. His advice to aspiring chefs: "Show up at work on time six months in a row and we'll talk about red curry paste and lemon grass. Until then, I have four words for you: `Shut the fuck up.' " He disdains vegetarians, warns against ordering food well done and cautions that restaurant brunches are a crapshoot. Gossipy chapters discuss the many restaurants where Bourdain has worked, while a single chapter on how to cook like a professional at home exhorts readers to buy a few simple gadgets, such as a metal ring for tall food. Most of the book, however, deals with Bourdain's own maturation as a chef, and the culmination, a litany describing the many scars and oddities that he has developed on his hands, is surprisingly beautiful. He'd probably hate to hear it, but Bourdain has a tender side, and when it peeks through his rough exterior and the wall of four-letter words he constructs, it elevates this book to something more than blustery memoir.
