I was looking at a website for work today, and as I scrolled down, an ad for Tony Bourdain’s No Reservations came up on the right hand side of my screen and damn near knocked the wind out of me. God, he is just so fucking good looking. How he manages to be both debonair and badass in such high degrees, I’ll never know. What I do know is that I’ll never tire of watching him, listening to him, reading him … and on and on in a direction that I’m sure you understand.

Ever seen a man essentially ravish a bowl of soup? If you haven’t, watch the Vietnam episode. As someone who loves to eat and travel and look at silver foxes in equal measures, in my mind, it is downright erotic. He waits for his pho like it’s a long-distance lover arriving on an hours-delayed flight. When it’s finally set before him, steaming, his abandon in enjoying it is … god, why does it suddenly feel like I’m in a Louisiana swamp in mid-July?