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John Tesar and Anthony Bourdain: The Connection

Read an excerpt about Jimmy Sears in Tony's groundbreaking book 'Kitchen Confidential.'

John Tesar: The Anthony Bourdain Jimmy Sears Connection
On Wednesday night's Top Chef, John Tesar, who's proud to brag about his most-hated status, opens up about another nickname he earned: He's Jimmy Sears in Anthony Bourdain's notorious restaurant world manifesto, Kitchen Confidential. In KC, Bourdain brags about Jimmy (see: John's) culinary prowess, saying that he is a master in the kitchen, but not so much when it came to punctuality or life management.

So, we synced up with the fine people at Ecco / HarperCollins in order to run the following excerpt from Kitchen Confidential, which was just rereleased with a new Insider's Edition, complete with handwritten notes from Tony looking back on the book that started it all. Behold, the introduction of Jimmy Sears:

I met Steven at the Supper Club. It was 1993, my return to the “bigs.” I’d been working for Bigfoot at his West Village saloon, comfortable but in career limbo. I took a few weeks off to kick back in the Caribbean, and when I returned, I found a down-on-his-luck Jimmy Sears in Bigfoot’s kitchen. Bigfoot had been eating dinner at the Gotham recently and had experienced some kind of culinary epiphany. Suddenly, he wanted a real chef, and Sears, whose restaurant in the Hamptons had just gone under, was sleeping on floors around Manhattan, dodging creditors and ex-girlfriends, and in general going through a rough patch—prime time for a Bigfoot recruiting effort. Jimmy was a brilliant cook. He’d come up with Brendan Walsh at Arizona 206, and the food he turned out in his brief time working the Bigfoot mines was so good, I’d stay after my shift was over, sit at the bar and order dinner and pay for it. Seeing what Jimmy could do in the kitchen really inspired me; I’d been slinging hash for way too long, and tasting a real demi-glace again, eating new, exciting food, seeing new presentations, made me remember what I’d enjoyed about food in the first place. I worked hard for Jimmy, and after knocking out a few thousand meals, going skiing together a few times, we’d become pals, and we determined that when Jimmy and Bigfoot’s relationship came to an end, as it inevitably would, I’d keep an eye on the talented Mr. Sears, maybe come along for the ride when he made his next move.





That clash of wills was not long in coming. A few months later, Jimmy’s period of saloon exile was over; he landed the exec chef gig at the Supper Club, a huge restaurant/nightclub/disco on West 47th Street, and began hiring cooks. I was one of the first to get the call. It was a plum job to be executive chef at the Supper Club. Hell, it was a plum job doing anything at the Supper Club. Perk-o-delic. The main dining room sat about two hundred, with private banquettes and booths along the walls, a dance floor and a stage from which a twelve-piece orchestra played forties swing music. There was an upstairs mezzanine—a holdover from the club’s previous incarnation as a Broadway theater—which sat another hundred and fifty or so, with a second bar, and off to the side, also on the second floor, was a smaller venue, a cabaret-cum–VIP lounge called the Blue Room, which sat another eighty. It was a pretty swank place, what they used to call a “rug joint” back in the thirties and forties—a big, glitzy operation with plenty of cracks to fall through, a place where you could easily picture a young Burt Lancaster (just out of the joint) returning to find a young Kirk Douglas (the club owner) counting the night’s take in one of the private banquettes. Dinner and dancing to swing music went on from five to eleven, after which the smoke machines would start belching chocolate-smelling fumes, the laser intellabeams would kick into action, the mirror ball would begin turning, a DJ would take over and the Supper Club would become (for a while) the hottest dance club in town.

Every night there was a different crowd with a different promoter: Chicks with Dicks Night featured towering transvestites and preops tottering around on high heels to house and techno; Soul Kitchen featured predisco seventies funk, with early blaxploitation films playing silently on the big screen and forty-ouncers and chicken wings for sale; Giant Step had acid jazz and fusion; Café Con Leche nights had salsa nueva and Latin funk; Funkmaster Flex attracted a hip-hop crowd; Noel Ashman attracted Eurotrash and the face-lifted, well-dressed crowd . . . you never knew, there was every variety of nightlife madness as each night people lined up down the street and around the corner onto Eighth Avenue, waiting to get past our metal detectors and our thirteen burly security goons so they could rip up our bathrooms, crowd around our three bars, smoke weed, snort coke and copulate like bunnies in every nook and cranny of our cavernous pleasure palace.


Jimmy brought me in as an overpaid garde-manger man—120 smacks a night to plate salads and squirt whipped cream on desserts. But Jimmy was not, at that time, an organizational mastermind. I am. Jimmy spent much of his time roller-blading around the city, schmoozing; he had a second job, cooking for Mariah Carey and Tommy Mottola; he was secretly working out a deal for  his triumphant return to the Hamptons; and of course he was poking everything in a skirt. By the time he’d swing by the Supper Club, little things like ordering, scheduling, rotating food and organizing menus were afterthoughts. I quickly found that doing it myself was easier than waiting for Jimmy to show up and do it for us, and in no time at all I was running the nuts-and-bolts end of the kitchen: making sure that we had the food, the prep, the bodies and information needed to crank out the enormous volume of parties, buffets, hors d’oeuvres and regular menu items the business required. Jimmy’s food, as always, was magnificent, but Jimmy himself seldom seemed to be around. After a few months, I was de facto sous-chef, or kitchen manager—the guy everyone came to to find out what the hell was going on—and when I came back after another brief vacation in the Caribbean, Jimmy, though still nominally the chef, was secretly and simultaneously employed as the chef at the Inn at Quogue out in the Hamptons, and Steven Tempel was working in the Supper Club kitchen. I guess it was a historic moment.

He showed up looking for a sauté position, his even more degenerate friend Adam Real-Last-Name-Unknown in tow. I had a few weeks to watch these two in action before Sears slipped off to the Hamptons and his even more reduced “summer schedule,” and I begged, pleaded and implored him not to saddle me with these two coke-snorting, thieving, fire-starting, whoring, boozing and troublemaking miscreants. Jimmy ignored my entreaties.
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The Great #InstagramPurge of 2014—Andy Reacts!

Plus: The Couchers on the 'Real World: New York' reunion and more viral news of the week.

What's going viral? Who's been the top trending topic on Twitter? And what are the news stories that had us obsessed all week? There's plenty of can't-miss stuff out there beyond our Bravoverse. And every Friday, we're rounding up all the must-see stories, Tweets, Instagrams, YouTubes, Vines, and more in one handy place. Enjoy!

The Great #InstagramPurge of 2014!
Celebrities—and Instagram users who think they're celebrities—were in for an ego-blow this week: the social network announced it was scrubbing the service of "spammy accounts," resulting in big drops to users' follower numbers. Page Six pointed out that Kim Kardashian lost about 1.3 million users, while Rihanna's account decreased by 1.2 million. Our Bravolebs including Andy Cohen were also hit by the purge—but at least they were good sports about it.

We are bemused about our 20k lost followers. Who were they? What does it mean? #InstagramPurge

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The Real World: New York Reunites
What happens when people stop being nice—and start getting real? You're about to find out—again. The stars of MTV's reality show Real World: New York will reunite twenty-two years after it premiered on the small screen. Housemates Heather B., Norman Korpi and their pioneers will join Oprah to look back on the groundbreaking series. What do your People's Couch stars think of the reunion? They weighed in:
Scott Nevins: Ever since 1992, when someone says the words "True story" in front of me, I have a knee jerk reaction to instantly hollar "Truuuue storyyyyy! About seven strangers, picked to live in a house and have their loves taped....." (and yes, I did the entire intro speech!) The impact Real World Season 1 had on me can only be described by what I imagine a drug user feels when they try heroin for the first time. I'm always chasing that feeling!!! I was 13 years old and I was infatuated with this show, the concept and of course, the cast! Truth be told, I was always a nosey little kid, so this just fed into my need to know everything about everyone's lives. Twenty-two years later, we view Real World: New York as the fetus that grew up and spawned off big, fat, spoiled, bratty and hilariously entertaining yet frightening children from its family tree of reality TV! If it wasn't for MTV taking a chance on this "real" concept, I'd still be chatting it up with all of the elderly folks in my hood, trying to get the skinny on our neighbors about who's cheating, who's fighting, who's trying to make babies, and who isn't a natural blond!
Emerson Collins
One of the greatest impacts of The Real World was its trailblazing approach to portraying real LGBT people on TV long before there were many out celebrities, gay characters or LGBT storylines in mainstream media. As a young gay man, watching Pedro Zamora [in San Francisco] put a face on living with HIV, Danny Roberts tell the story of dating another man under Don't Ask Don't Tell along with Norman, Aneesa, Dan, Ruthie, Tyler, Katelynn and the many other memorable personalities through the seasons, The Real World was the first place in pop cultures where I, and others like me, saw real LGBT people living their lives openly. Simply by sharing the stories of individuals from our community, The Real World inspired many LGBT youth to come out and tell their own stories.
Sarah Resnick
Was that the start of reality TV? If so, I was four then—and my real world was Barbies and Barney.
Nicole Resnick
I'm familiar with The Real World But since New York edition appeared 22 years ago, I was just born! Ha ha ha! Yep, I am a youngster.
Joe Resnick
Sounds more fun than my 20th high school reunion, and people are a lot better looking after all this time.
Rachel Friend
I can't believe I was 8-years-old when the real world came out! It was Cinnamon Toast Crunch and MTV in those days. MTV was a great baby sitter!! Don't judge my parents, they were good peeps. I also remember thinking how cool the idea of strangers living together in a pimped out apartment was. That was before my college roommate days....

 

Seth Rogen's Interview Is Canceled
The ongoing leak of Sony's emails and internal documents stemming from the Guardians of Peace hack had one huge repercussion this week: the studio announced it would not premiere the movie. Terrorist threats on theaters were a major cause of the cancellation of the flick, where Rogen and James Franco play characters sent to assassinate the leader of North Korea. But is this all just a smoke-screen to get people to see another movie? Emerson Collins of The People's Couch has a hilarious theory:

Charlie Sheen Reprises Ferris Bueller Role
Get ready to feel old: Charlie Sheen will bring back his infamous bad-boy character from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. The actor will play "Boy in Police Station" in an upcoming episode of The Goldbergs. Check out this photo.

Watch an Amazing Serial Parody
The buzziest, most-talked-about podcast, well, in history got an amazing send-up from the minds at Funny or Die. The clip seemed to go nearly as viral as Sarah Koenig's investigation of the murder of Hae Min Lee. Check it out.

WTF Is "On Fleek?"
Our Bravolebs have made plenty of phrases part of our daily slang: including Trash Box, Bye Felicia, Turtle Time and Woo-Hoo! But the term we were obsessed with this week was "On Fleek," a phrase that dates back to at least 2003 but has gotten revived since stars like Kim Kardashian, Ariana Grande, and others resurrected it. So what does it mean? As People points out, "on fleek" defined as "smooth, nice, sweet." But after seeing this Kim K photo below, we'll stick with "Gone With the Wind Fabulous."

#EyebrowsOnFleek

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