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That his critics will find it infuriating, and that others may see the spectacle as meandering, pointless, painfully self-indulgent. “That there’s no real payoff for the customer other than saying, ‘Hey, they’re having a great time, this is a great show.’ The blogs that hate it are gonna be like, ‘Who the fuck cares that he’s eating with Gwyneth Paltrow, she’s a vegan anyway,’ or whatever.” But no small part of Batali’s charm is that, deep down, he doesn’t really care.
“My worry is, how many times can you watch me eating something and saying, ‘Boy, that’s good,’ before you say, ‘Fuck you! He pays lip service to the dangers of overexposure and lovingly mocks those younger chefs who have stolen a page from his media-courtship playbook (on Zak Pelaccio: “The fatty barbecue dude, he burped yesterday and it’s in the papers”). I’m a fucking cook.” There are those, to be sure, who argue the contrary: that the celebrity side of Batali’s identity has now completely superseded his chefhood.
I mention Cherrye today because the next two posts I have planned are based on posts from her blog, My Bella Vita!
This one is about My Cousin the Saint: A Search for Faith, Family, and Miracles by Justin Catanoso.
”) The central implicit conceit of the program, in a way, is that the idea of Batali and Gwyneth’s touring the Prado with Ferran Adrià isn’t a trumped-up, made-for-TV fiction: It’s a kind of a vérité window into how he really lives.
Batali knows that the show, for this reason and others, isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea.
The cornerstones of his empire in the city are, by his reckoning, better than they’ve ever been.
The lifestyle that his fame has afforded him he finds sweeter every day.
They did an excellent job of giving a sense of the majesty of the Alhambra, drove to Motril and Almuñécar in Granada province, two relatively unexplored parts of southern Spain, sampled , and then drove through Córdoba and 5 kilometers outside the city to Medina Azahara (more on that amazing palace later). I read in two or three places that a few members of the crew ate in Córdoba at Sociedad de Plateros (it’s one of their top recommended restaurants), but the last episode, “A Sultan’s View of Andalucía,” featured only about ten minutes in Córdoba, and the only eating they did was toast with tomato and olive oil.
Of course, they ate it in my favorite plaza, Plaza de la Corredera, which has an amazing history dating back to Roman times–some of the mosaics uncovered here in the 1960s are on display at the Alcázar de los Reyes Cristianos–and is also sort of the center of Córdoba hippie culture.
Here’s a short video of the plaza (with Spanish commentary): It’s the perfect place to spend a Sunday afternoon…first a couple of beers with friends, then a long and mellow (but huge) communally-eaten lunch, then more café hopping for café con leche and whatever else comes your way.
The chef runs the business.” And by that standard, Batali’s chefly credentials remain unimpeachable.
His culinary empire, which stretches now from coast to coast and through Las Vegas in between, rakes in millions of dollars every year. In October, Batali and his partner, Joe Bastianich, will open a new restaurant called the Tarry Lodge, in Port Chester, New York.
By cutting back, you can make the next time a little bit … The choice of venue is purposeful, for this week marks the debut on PBS of Batali’s latest television venture: a thirteen-hour travelogue-cum-food-porn series, Even apart from the Gwyneth factor, the Spain series, which airs Sunday afternoons and Monday nights, represents a clear attempt by Batali to play on a different—and more prestigious—media stage.