The sixth anniversary of Anthony Bourdain’s death recently caused me to take down my tattered copy of Kitchen Confidential from the shelf. The word “iconic” is over-bandied, but that cover image is as close as you are going to get to a timeless visual synecdoche of the hospitality industry. Most people, understandably, are affected by the big knives tucked into the belts, the hard-ass swagger and wiry languor of the boys in the picture. Me? I can smell the wall they’re leaning on.
最近安東尼?布爾丹(Anthony Bourdain)去世六周年之際，我從書架上取下了那本破舊的《廚房機密》(Kitchen Confidential)。雖然“標志性”一詞常被濫用，但那封面圖像幾乎是餐飲業永恒的視覺代表。大多數人可能會注意到照片中男孩們腰間的大刀、他們的硬漢姿態和瘦削的慵懶。而我？我能聞到他們所倚靠的墻發出的氣味。
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