Anthony Bourdain, world renowned chef, author, bon vivant and hunk of manly, chiseled goodness, smokes and drinks like a male version of me, all the while spouting witticism after witticism, even with his luscious mouth full of still-beating cobra heart.
If you've not yet acquainted yourself with Anthony Bourdain, a man who not only looks like a British George Clooney (only he's not British -- born and bred New Yorker), but is smart, funny, hella charming, I would highly suggest you do so as soon as possible by checking out his new Travel Channel show No Reservations, be ye man or woman -- he's a man's man as well as a woman's James Bond fantasy come to life. Christ but he looks good in a suit, even as he, accompanied by mysterious cell phone- carrying "companions" in last night's airing of his trip to Vietnam, elegantly hides the fact that he may poop his pants with fright while navigating through Vietnamese waters to destination unknown, and upon arriving to still unknown destination, discovers weapon-wielding Kung Fu warriors clubbing one another on the beach. Mr. Bourdain is alarmed, perplexed, yet when he casually lights his Marlboro and stands, hand in pocket, bemused, almost bored expression playing on that wonderful face of his, one would never know that he has in fact deposited a load in his pants that very second. He’s that cool.
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