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My favorite question was from a very rotund fellow sitting behind me in the balcony. He stood up and asked Bourdain, “I like to eat, you like to eat. I like to drink, you like to drink. How come you look like that . . . and I look like this?” I was laughing so hard I don’t recall the answer. Blame it on Tony’s good genes. Then pass the pommes frites, please.
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