For some reason, at first, years ago, Anthony Bourdain really annoyed me but now I love him, especially after reading his last book, and he's up there with some of my favorite food writers.

Absinthe, eh? I'd rather drink my mother's urine. I've had it (absinthe) a few times and the hallucinatory effects, if there's even enough wormwood, is highly debated. That shit does get you nice and fucked though. Nice and fucked like Puerto Rican hooker shaking for meth.

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