If you’re paying attention, you’ll start to notice them — little altars to chef Anthony Bourdain scattered across America’s restaurants, displayed with something close to religious conviction. A St. Tony votive tucked beside the register at a New York taqueria. A mural on the alleyside of a pub in southern Indiana. A framed black-and-white portrait — the now-iconic one where he faces the camera but looks away, eyes downcast — hung above a Chicago bar like a patron saint of appetite.
Social media is too fractured now to agree on much, but one thing you can still count on, especially in the days leading up to June 25, is a good Bourdain quote.
