I'm a little squeamish that Bourdain Market might join that kitsch-laden category. That it might become nothing more than a point on an NYC travel brochure, a nice way for wide-eyed tourists to fill a 2-hour-gap between the M&M Store and the Christmas Spectacular. How could anything that's Blade Runner-esque not be a little bit contrived?
Picture a statue of Kurt Vonnegut holding hands with Mickey Mouse outside the Magic Kingdom, instead of Uncle Walt. It's kind of like that.
I'm worried this is a step towards losing what made me love him in the first place
I read Kitchen Confidential. I watched No Reservations. He embraces and cherishes the authentic. His whole freakin' show revolves around the intrigue and value of immersing oneself in a foreign culture and experiencing it first-hand. And he made his nut as the rebellious, CBGB-frequenting, dirty-chef-come-clean-with-a-knack-for-prose without any semblance of bullshit, censorship, or outside influence.