安东尼·伯尔顿,纽约Brasserie Les Halles餐厅的执行厨师长,从事厨师职业28年,首部非小说类作品《厨室机密》风磨全球。安东尼尚著有小说《如鲠在喉》和《逝去的竹子》
Book Description
'I've been a chef in New York for more than ten years, and, for the decade before that, a dishwasher, a prep drone, a line cook, and a sous-chef. I came into the business when cooks still smoked on the line and wore headbands ' After twenty-five years of 'sex, drugs, bad behaviour and haute cuisine', chef and novelist Anthony Bourdain has decided to tell all. From his first oyster in the Gironde to his lowly position as a dishwasher in a honky tonk fish restaurant in Provincetown (where he first experiences the real delights of being a chef); from the kitchen of the Rainbow Room atop the Rockefeller Center to drug dealers in the East Village, from Tokyo to Paris and back to New York again, Bourdain's tales of the kitchen are as passionate as they are unpredictable, as shocking as they are funny. This unforgettable book will change the way you view restaurants for ever.
Amazon.com
Most diners believe that their sublime sliver of seared foie gras, topped with an ethereal buckwheat blini and a drizzle of piquant huckleberry sauce, was created by a culinary artist of the highest order, a sensitive, highly refined executive chef. The truth is more brutal. More likely, writes Anthony Bourdain in Kitchen Confidential, that elegant three-star concoction is the collaborative effort of a team of "wacked-out moral degenerates, dope fiends, refugees, a thuggish assortment of drunks, sneak thieves, sluts, and psychopaths," in all likelihood pierced or tattooed and incapable of uttering a sentence without an expletive or a foreign phrase. Such is the muscular view of the culinary trenches from one who's been groveling in them, with obvious sadomasochistic pleasure, for more than 20 years. CIA-trained Bourdain, currently the executive chef of the celebrated Les Halles, wrote two culinary mysteries before his first (and infamous) New Yorker essay launched this frank confessional about the lusty and larcenous real lives of cooks and restaurateurs. He is obscenely eloquent, unapologetically opinionated, and a damn fine storyteller--a Jack Kerouac of the kitchen. Those without the stomach for this kind of joyride should note his opening caveat: "There will be horror stories. Heavy drinking, drugs, screwing in the dry-goods area, unappetizing industry-wide practices. Talking about why you probably shouldn't order fish on a Monday, why those who favor well-done get the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, and why seafood frittata is not a wise brunch selection.... But I'm simply not going to deceive anybody about the life as I've seen it."
--Sumi Hahn
AAmazon.co.uk
Kitchen Confidential is for diners who believe that their sublime sliver of seared foie gras, topped with an ethereal buckwheat blini and a drizzle of piquant huckleberry sauce, was created by a culinary artist of the highest order, a sensitive, highly refined executive chef. The truth is more brutal. More likely, writes Anthony Bourdain, that elegant three-star concoction is the collaborative effort of a team of "wacked-out moral degenerates, dope fiends, refugees, a thuggish assortment of drunks, sneak thieves, sluts and psychopaths," in all likelihood pierced or tattooed and incapable of uttering a sentence without an expletive or a foreign phrase. Such is the muscular view of the culinary trenches from one who's been groveling in them, with obvious sadomasochistic pleasure, for more than 20 years.
Bourdain, currently the executive chef of the celebrated Les Halles, wrote two culinary mysteries before his first (and infamous) New Yorker essay launched this frank confessional about the lusty and larcenous real lives of cooks and restaurateurs. He is obscenely eloquent, unapologetically opinionated, and a damn fine storyteller--a Jack Kerouac of the kitchen. Those without the stomach for this kind of joyride should note his opening caveat: "There will be horror stories. Heavy drinking, drugs, screwing in the dry-goods area, unappetizing industry-wide practices. Talking about why you probably shouldn't order fish on a Monday, why those who favour well-done get the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, and why seafood frittata is not a wise brunch selection.... But I'm simply not going to deceive anybody about the life as I've seen it."
--Sumi Hahn
From 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. (May)
Book Dimension :
length: (cm)17.8 width:(cm)11.1
安东尼说他做厨师来源于一场赌气:他父母去吃法国大菜,却把他锁在车上。于是他立志要比他们更懂得欣赏美食。 做厨师是一种最直接的方法。 我这个人很难后悔做错或者错过的事情,但是我一直对自己没有选择做厨子耿耿于怀。安东尼的格言是:对我来说,烹饪已经成为一段很长的...
评分“经过28年的放浪形骸之后,身兼大厨和小说家双重身份的安东尼·伯尔顿决定把他的故事和盘托出。” 好吧,见鬼,我又再一次地相信了所谓的宣传文。如果命名为“我的前28年”或者更煸情一点:“解下围裙的大厨——记天才厨师背后的生活”我觉得可能更贴切一点。托明显有掺水迹...
评分书不错,作者的经历有意思,文笔也出色。 但是! 此书的翻译和出版过程中有问题。 我刚刚开始看,还不敢说有“很多”问题,但是已经有些让我失望,虽然不致于就此放下不理。对于三联这样的出版社,出了这种技术问题是一个耻辱。 比如开始作者说到刚到法国,他们父母给他们...
评分《甲方乙方》里,李崎对葛优介绍自己说:“我是一个训练有素的川菜厨子”而且专门来讨教如何打死我也不说的,这本书的作者可是一个训练有素的美国厨子,而且不务正业,写小说,出书,当主持人,大嘴的他硬是抖搂出了一堆后厨的秘密。(姑且把这老哥叫做安哥吧,行文方便) ...
评分《甲方乙方》里,李崎对葛优介绍自己说:“我是一个训练有素的川菜厨子”而且专门来讨教如何打死我也不说的,这本书的作者可是一个训练有素的美国厨子,而且不务正业,写小说,出书,当主持人,大嘴的他硬是抖搂出了一堆后厨的秘密。(姑且把这老哥叫做安哥吧,行文方便) ...
语言粗俗,屎尿屁性,是美国人没跑了。
评分Your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park, enjoy the ride.
评分Your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park, enjoy the ride.
评分语言粗俗,屎尿屁性,是美国人没跑了。
评分Your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park, enjoy the ride.
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