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.
The overwhelming sense I got from watching Bourdain traipse all over the world was that the only way to really experience the world is in the present tense. He was a sufficient surrogate and millions of viewers were able to live vicariously through his adventures, but I always got the feeling that our host was imploring the people on their couches to actually go out and do what he was doing for themselves, because there is no substitute for world travel. Not even Epcot.