Recently, I told Em that despite a number of noble efforts, I could not watch Andrew Zimmern's Bizarre Foods show on The Travel Channel. Try as I might to enjoy the uncomfortably enthusiastic cultural tourism of his show, there was something about him that I just could not enjoy. I spent a number of weeks mulling it over, trying again here and there to watch and see if I could determine my trigger. I even sat myself down for a quick processing session to see if my disdain for his program was a reactive consequence to Em's brother announcing that he loves Zimmern. Look, that's just how it works around here.
Last week I tried to watch Zimmern eat some bugs with a very informative bug protein evangelist, but the minute he started chewing with that cockroach-eating grin on his face, I had found the reason why. Little did I know, I would find communion with a 70 year-old drunk fisherman in a Hudson Valley bar on Anthony Bourdain's most recent show. Hold out for the last 10 seconds and you'll see the exact same face I made to Em when my soul searching had reached its very poetic conclusion.
See, that's why!