Showing posts with label Hubig's Pies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hubig's Pies. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

An Evening With Anthony Bourdain

Last Thursday I was one of the many who heard Anthony Bourdain speak at the Mahalia Jackson Theater. We scored 4 seats on Row E in the orchestra, from where The Folk Singer took this picture. The Pope and the Battle House Honey completed my foursome.

Though there was no intermission, the event was effectually divided into two parts: (1) Bourdain's "speech" and (2) a Q&A session with the audience. After a brief introduction by someone whose name I don't recall, Bourdain appeared from behind the curtain - Abita Amber in hand - and just started talking. His delivery seemed shoot-from-the-hip, but he occasionally glanced at his notes on the podium. The Q&A session consisted mostly of individuals ingratiating themselves over "hitchhiking through Bolivia" and other culinary or worldy lifetime milestones.

While it was a different experience than when I met him, I very much enjoyed the event. He delivered several memorable quotes, some of which I have reproduced below for your reading pleasure. I left the show early to catch the 2nd half of the BCS Championship Game, so if you were there and remember anything worthwhile that I may have missed, please feel free to add them in the comments.
  • On Sandra Lee - The most frightening moment of my life? Meeting Sandra Lee. I'm standing there talking to someone, and I feel this cold hand on my lower back and hear, 'You've been a bad boy.' It didn't help that her boyfriend Andrew Cuomo, the New York State Attorney General, was standing right behind her.... Do yourself a favor and google 'Sandra Lee Kwanzaa Cake.' Ron Jeremy has never done such a thing in his life.

  • On Guy Fieri - Take the douche glasses off the back of your neck.

  • On Ina Garten - I like Ina.... I don't want to spend the weekend at Ina's house, but, man, can she roast a chicken.

  • On Andrew Zimmern - We have a lot in common. For example, he was a junkie; I was a junkie.

  • On Iron Chef America - You have these great chefs making this great f*cking food and then who's judging? Criss Angel: Mind Douche.

  • On Judging Top Chef - After eating scallops in butterscotch sauce, I said: 'This tastes like I've been felching Mrs. Butterworth'.... Tom Colicchio keeps it totally honest.... It sometimes takes 3 hours to judge the final round.... Underneath the table there are shaker size glasses of gin and tonics, and the weed is pretty good there too.

  • On Cooking At Home - I look to cook pasta. Spaghetti pormodoro.

  • On Nutmeg - Written permission should be required before any cook is allowed to use it.

  • On His Personality - I've been talking shit since I was a kid.

  • On His Wife's Italian Heritage - The only thing that Italians hate more than Americans is Italians from the next village over.

  • On Eating While Traveling - You can't plan the perfect meal. It just happens. And it's never going to happen if you don't accept the fact that things are going to wrong sometimes.

  • On 'No Reservations' - I am destroying paradise by visiting it.

  • In Response to a Request for Support of the Edible Schoolyard - I don't know if I want my children spending all of their time in the garden. I think they should be learning engineering and world domination.

  • On What He Ate That Day - Someone put two Hubig's pies in my room. I had the choice between apple and sweet potato. [He chose poorly.]

  • On What He Would Be Eating That Night - I'm calling in an order to Verti Marte.

  • On Filming Food TV - We're not like everybody else. We show up early. We eat. We're drinking the local hooch. And by the time we start shooting, we're all friends. I tell them, 'Look, we're not alcoholic's. We're television f*cking professionals.'

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Julia & Simon

Blogger's Note: As you may already be aware, Blackened Out is at the tail end of a 2 week vacation. The sporadic blogging is not the product of sheer laziness, I assure you. Rene is enjoying some much needed rest at an undisclosed location in the Caribbean, while I am recovering from the Bar exam (and possibly recharging my batteries for another go at it). We'll be back next week though, so get ready for a barrage of new reports on the food from our favorite city in the world. But until then, a few links for you to enjoy...

Here is an interesting read on the life of Julia Child from the August issue of Vanity Fair. What an amazing life: from O.S.S. agent to mastering the art of French cooking. The other day I was watching an old episode of The French Chef and marveled at how effortlessly she produced the perfect omelette with only the movement of her wrist. I'm hoping to read My Life in France in the coming weeks, so expect a full book report soon.

From the New York Times Magazine, an interesting look on how far we have come (or fallen) since Julia graced our television screens. Cliffs Notes version: Top Chef and Chopped are not necessarily good things.

Finally, from the Gambit, the story of the history and perseverance of that lovable icon of New Orleans: the Hubig's Pie. Somehow the author forgot to include how Hubig's general manager Drew Ramsey once chaperoned Legend for a night during Spring Break '99. (Perhaps the statute of limitations has yet to run. I don't know - I'm not up to speed on Florida law). And in honor of Savory Simon, please vote in our poll for your favorite Hubig's Pie flavor.