Eric Ripert has no guilty pleasures
Pleasures, yes; guilt, no. Lucky bastard.
Went to see Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert tonight at the Paramount Theatre in Austin. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so much in the space of a few hours. I can feel my lungs expanding just that little bit extra, like I used to feel after a really good yoga session or voice lesson. It was satisfying on an intellectual level, too -- I think our relationship with food on both an individual and societal level is super complex, full of instincts and feelings and logistics and contradictions and absurdities and joys, and they didn't shy away from any part of that, which I appreciated. But right now, I've got this extra little kick of oxygen or adrenaline or whatever zipping through my veins as the physical side effect of all that laughter, and it feels... god, it feels like being alive.
Went to see Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert tonight at the Paramount Theatre in Austin. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so much in the space of a few hours. I can feel my lungs expanding just that little bit extra, like I used to feel after a really good yoga session or voice lesson. It was satisfying on an intellectual level, too -- I think our relationship with food on both an individual and societal level is super complex, full of instincts and feelings and logistics and contradictions and absurdities and joys, and they didn't shy away from any part of that, which I appreciated. But right now, I've got this extra little kick of oxygen or adrenaline or whatever zipping through my veins as the physical side effect of all that laughter, and it feels... god, it feels like being alive.