My friend Eric Ripert (maybe you know him from such previous buddy films as "Peru" and "Marseille" -- as well as the upcoming "Bad Boys VII: The Revenge") has never been to mainland China.
And due, perhaps, to his adherence to the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism -- and a friendship with Richard Gere -- he had concerns about what kind of a welcome he'd receive. For the first few nights, he slept with a tin foil helmet around his head, convinced, every time his cell phone dropped a call that "they" were on to him.
I assured him repeatedly that he was the very last person any Chinese secret services would give a shit about, but he was unconvinced. Nonetheless, his paranoia was acute.
More comically, the level of heat presented by the Sichuanese specialties in Chengdu, where we spent most of our time, was, shall we say, rather more than his delicate French palate was used to.
Coddled by years of foie gras, runny cheeses, flaky pastries and the subtle notes of many fine wines, the searing burn of the Sichuan dried chilies and the numbing, delightfully disorienting effects of the Sichuan peppercorns were a challenge.
The spicy heat of Sichuan cuisine
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Chinese drinking traditions were intimidating as well. With this in mind, I arranged a formal banquet for my friend -- with executives from a baiju distillery.
Generally, at functions like this the guest of honor (Eric in this case) must toast each and every other guest individually -- meaning one must drink about eight to 10 times more than everyone else. To his credit, Eric soldiered through like a champion, dignity and liver intact.
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Around halfway through our adventures in Sichuan Province, though, the Frenchman was folding at the knees. He pleaded for a respite from the delicious but damaging local flavors. So my crew, taking pity on him, took him to the nearest western style eatery -- a HOOTERS.
I did not have the heart to take photos of what I saw that night. I saw many terrible things.
'Strange flavor' tastes sweet, sour, spicy AND salty
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I can be a cruel man. But not so cruel that I could or would Instagram the sad spectacle of my Michelin-starred friend gratefully digging into a "Double D" burger while our servers, in spandex hot pants, gyrated robotically to Justin Bieber between courses. But I will treasure the memory. Oh, yes.
In case you are thinking I spent all my time torturing the sensitive Frenchman with caustic substances, I did try and entertain, educate and enlighten (the "Three Es" as we call it at my ashram).
I introduced him to the healthful benefits of a public ear cleaning by a trained professional -- along with complimentary spinal realignment.
Did he appreciate it? No. He quibbled about hygiene.
I even took him back to culinary school for a crash course in the mysteries of the local, regional cuisine. His cleaver skills are -- to be charitable -- rudimentary. Unable to suck up to the instructor due to the language barrier, he cribbed constantly from yours truly.
I don't want to use the word "cheating," but some might.
you can find more travel infomation on http://mytraveljourneys.com/And due, perhaps, to his adherence to the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism -- and a friendship with Richard Gere -- he had concerns about what kind of a welcome he'd receive. For the first few nights, he slept with a tin foil helmet around his head, convinced, every time his cell phone dropped a call that "they" were on to him.
I assured him repeatedly that he was the very last person any Chinese secret services would give a shit about, but he was unconvinced. Nonetheless, his paranoia was acute.
More comically, the level of heat presented by the Sichuanese specialties in Chengdu, where we spent most of our time, was, shall we say, rather more than his delicate French palate was used to.
Coddled by years of foie gras, runny cheeses, flaky pastries and the subtle notes of many fine wines, the searing burn of the Sichuan dried chilies and the numbing, delightfully disorienting effects of the Sichuan peppercorns were a challenge.
The spicy heat of Sichuan cuisine
sichuan bourdain travel minute orig_00003701
The spicy heat of Sichuan cuisine 00:59
Chinese drinking traditions were intimidating as well. With this in mind, I arranged a formal banquet for my friend -- with executives from a baiju distillery.
Generally, at functions like this the guest of honor (Eric in this case) must toast each and every other guest individually -- meaning one must drink about eight to 10 times more than everyone else. To his credit, Eric soldiered through like a champion, dignity and liver intact.
8 dishes every Sichuan visitor must try
Around halfway through our adventures in Sichuan Province, though, the Frenchman was folding at the knees. He pleaded for a respite from the delicious but damaging local flavors. So my crew, taking pity on him, took him to the nearest western style eatery -- a HOOTERS.
I did not have the heart to take photos of what I saw that night. I saw many terrible things.
'Strange flavor' tastes sweet, sour, spicy AND salty
'Strange flavor' tastes sweet, sour, spicy AND salty 01:04
I can be a cruel man. But not so cruel that I could or would Instagram the sad spectacle of my Michelin-starred friend gratefully digging into a "Double D" burger while our servers, in spandex hot pants, gyrated robotically to Justin Bieber between courses. But I will treasure the memory. Oh, yes.
In case you are thinking I spent all my time torturing the sensitive Frenchman with caustic substances, I did try and entertain, educate and enlighten (the "Three Es" as we call it at my ashram).
I introduced him to the healthful benefits of a public ear cleaning by a trained professional -- along with complimentary spinal realignment.
Did he appreciate it? No. He quibbled about hygiene.
I even took him back to culinary school for a crash course in the mysteries of the local, regional cuisine. His cleaver skills are -- to be charitable -- rudimentary. Unable to suck up to the instructor due to the language barrier, he cribbed constantly from yours truly.
I don't want to use the word "cheating," but some might.
