Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly

4153247248Done! I finished this book last Friday. 

The beginning is sort of interesting. He talks about his experience with food as a kid, his epiphany (losing his food “virginity” in France to an oyster,) his out of control period at college and C.I.A. (not the spy factory, the Culinary Institute of America).

I liked best the parts where he speaks about his motivations, why he adores food and why he continues with this awful business…

Because apparently, cooks are a dysfunctional lot, drug-addicted, unable to hold a “normal” job, people from the fringes of the society. Actually, Bourdain is one of these people himself.

He supports this statement by numerous stories of his drug, crime and sex-infused culinary career. As for artistry in cooking, there is none.

Cooking is all about mindless, unvarying repetition. Only a few executive chefs in high-end restaurants have a luxury of being creative with the food they make.

And all that was the very fun part.

The book is kind of boring in the middle when he starts dropping names and places and tries to be instructive to the reader about why one kitchen/chef/restaurant is better than another.

I think you either love or hate Anthony Bourdain. He’s a pain in the ass, but he knows it and is unapologetic about it, which is refreshing. He also gives credit where credit is due and freely admits when he screw up.

What I enjoy most of this book was the colourful vocabulary and creative obnoxiousness. 

Kind of entertaining overall, but far from addictive.

Peaceful Sunday

thumbnail_img_7961As I used to do over a year ago, I woke up early to ran to my morning destination: PatrickA’s flat.

Outside at his door I was a bit nervous, until kappa jumped on me all excited to see me, and there was him…

PatrickA with arms wide open welcoming me back looking strong and athletic as usual.

I hugged him tight to break the ice and we took Kappa for a walk. Right after we went to eat.

It was a cold morning and the first resto in his mind had a big lining up. 

PatrickA like a good gourmet knows all the hidden places, and the fact that he’s rich and can afford anything is also convenient to explore all those restaurants.

Since the first resto was packed and we were freezing outsise, we walked to the next one. A visually nice spot but with mediocre food.

Unsatisfied both of us, I was like: “This place is the epitome of Montreal men… Stunning looking but no quality.”

He laughed and obviously agreed.

We talked about many things, sexual topics inexorably, but never personal.

PatrickA is not a relationship type of guy and he simply rejects that concept, even though I am the only guy who has conquered his brain and his feelings for the longest in his short adventurous life. #TrueStory

After breakfast we went back to his place but I didn’t stay too long. He is in midterms and needed to finish an assignment… but before I helped him to arrange his flat a little bit ’cause it was chaos. 

He might be a prodigy at school, but he’s a mess at home.

While he was studying, I was on his Oculus… pretty intense!

That was the last gadget he bought before our end, and unsurprising he has thousand more currently. 


I left early in the afternoon, and unsure of seeing him again we kissed on the lips goodbye like the old days.

I don’t know what to say other that I’ve sincerely loved all my partners, but with PatrickA I had a special chemistry that was stronger than sex.

While the strongest bond (100%) with most of my latest guys was sex, with him was 80% love. I guess.

In short, seen him gave me peace. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be complete, but I know whatever I am, he will always be that missing part of me.


no_escape_ver7_xxlgI watched this film some days ago…

No Escape never got much advertisement and ends up being a very good film.

It’s an edge of your seat action thriller that’s kind of offensive in ways but still a great popcorn flick and it was nice to see Owen Wilson in a serious role for a change.

The action was very good and full of suspense all the cast were great but Pierce Brosnan was brilliant but under used.

The film has had some harsh reviews because critics don’t like it when a film dares to step over certain lines and violent is pretty graphic.

So if you’re a vanilla human, this film is not for you.

This film is like a hook up. You watch, enjoy, then forget about.

Not exceptional, but satisfying.

Paris Hilton Not A Feminist

parisplastik-7-56d27cfa_webTo Paris Hilton’s credit, she specifically avoids referring to herself as a feminist, which is the reflex of every single other famous women despite zero credentials.

Hilton stops at being happy to be a generic role model for girls:

“I am all about girl power. I love being an inspiration to girls who want to be independent women and build their own brand and business and showing them that if you work hard and focus, dreams can come true.” 

Perfect bland response. Not to mention Paris has created a small business empire including nineteen fragrance lines.

Hilton’s perfumes alone have exceeded two billion in gross sales.


You know our world is coming to an end when in the global polluted Karadashian invasion, you start to admire skanks like Paris Hilton…

Whom at this point looks less plastic, absurd and superficial; and a LOT more fuckable and intelligent than any Kardashian.

Now, that’s hot!

No More “I Love You’s”

Thats’s the title of an amazing 90’s song by LEGEND Annie Lennox. It’s also my current state thanks to Xavier’s latest WTF. 

He’s too bipolar and I CANNOT take it anymore.


I saw him yesterday afternoon as planned, he seemed normal and happy about the idea the night before, so I was not expecting that shitty outcome… I don’t know if chatting with other guys or maybe fucking someone else is affecting him, but whatever it is, I’m done!!

I could have tell him many things yesterday, but I chose to keep my rage in check because even if I was upset at him, I didn’t want to hurt him.

Anyway, he’s really not worth my dedication. I deserve so much better!


Gladly, and even though I don’t have close friends, I always have guys wanting to be friends with my ass; guys that despite their truculent intentions are very human, and are always willing to listen to my issues.


I could have easily let Guillaume sex me last night just for the sake of some company, or Moe, or Pierre, or any of the many other hot species lining up in full erection, but I decided to be less impulsive.

I won’t rush this time as I usually do… As a matter of fact, on my last two breakups, I only took 1 hour before having someone else in my bed. And not because I didn’t love my ex boyfriends, but because I needed someone to fuck my sadness away and stop my internal tears. 

Anyhow, with all my plans destroyed, I spent my night in what used to be my second home: a strip club.

As I said I don’t have friends only horny men, and one of them is a stripper who’s always asking me to go see him. So I did.


He was nice, he hugged me, kissed me and cheered me up but I didn’t stay too long ’cause PatrickA’s taking me out for brunch today and I needed to rest in order to look somehow hot.

I’m excited to see him again. Him, my once soulmate.

Anyhow, it’s time to make myself and my needs my #1 priority. And I also need to fuck soon… That of course, won’t be an issue AT ALL.