No reservations is a staple in my small TV watching library. As K and I only have Roku and Netflix to satisfy our minimal hunger for the boob tube. I think I remember watching it as early as 2005, but I could be wrong. Because I could have sworn that my dad had watched something with Anthony in it as early as 2004.
I love the show. Even when its awkward, it still doesn’t hold a candle to the awkwardness on the Office. But then again, NR is “real” tv. right?
I finished Kitchen Confidential before K started to read and I have to say that I was confused at times. Was this confusion brought on by trying to understand the post traumatic ramblings of the now clean and sober. (Much like the first time I tried to read Hunter Thompson. Wow, that was an eye-opener.) Many of the chapters ran on and on. We did this and then this and then this, like a little kid screaming for their parent’s attention. However, the chapters on kitchen tech, the process of running a kitchen, and what not to order on a particular day had me thrilled. Why? because I am a person of process. Its the journey and not the destination.
Anthony is different in NR, but I saw this before reading the KC. He is humbled constantly. Careful not to screw up and insult people at every turn. I believe his sensitive nature. In one of my all time favorite episodes INTO THE FIRE, he comments over his old footage and calls himself a “cocky bastard”.
Some other favorite NR episodes:
- New Jersey
- Disappearing Manhattan
All the places he visits could possibly make it to my “bucket list”. He makes everyplace welcoming and homey. I picture myself there. But I have to honest with myself, I don’t have Anthony’s connections and so a trip might be a little lackluster. Although he can make even the most humble of side-stand, hole-in-the-wall eateries look so romantic. (I fall in love too easily)
C’s Rating of Kitchen Confidential: 6/10 mangoes
C’s Rating of No Reservations: 9/10 mangoes