Anthony Bourdain knew he’d been lucky. “What do you do after your dreams come true?” he mused in the voiceover to one of his television programmes.
“I’ve had three or four full lives already, most of which I was surprised to find I survived. This is, like, bonus round. Undeserved, probably.”
Or probably not. He was a food writer, a presenter and much more. He was a cultural commentator, controversialist, novelist, publisher, workaholic, former alcoholic and drug addict, very funny – and frequently foul-mouthed.
He shot to fame in 2000, aged 44, after 20 years cheffing in New York restaurants, with his first book Kitchen Confidential. This shone a light onto the seedier side of restaurants, drug-fuelled chefs and “wackedout moral degenerates, dope fiends, refugees, a thuggish assortment of drunks,…