a palm tree, a beach, a swimming pool, where the only cold thing is my beer. but no, these hearty culinarians of the north like to frolic in the snow and ice. more accurately they like to obey their quebecois imperative to face dental and maxiofacial injury, skating around slapping a disk, trying to drive it in each other s direction. i believe they call this sport hockey. this is not in my blood. do you skate? yeah, we grew up on rinks like this. yeah. does everyone in quebec, pretty much obligatory? yeah. there s no reason to live here if there s not hockey. hockey rinks pop up all over the city to risk teeth, groin and limb. right behind fred and dave s restaurant joe beef, a pickup
final class. we had to do the field of fruits tableside and all that, which would inevitably fly off the fork and land in somebody s soup. i was so bad at it. i would start with the orange, run into trouble, i ll be right back, behind the screen with my teeth, stripping the thing. at least once a day one of the students would set themselves or the customers on fire. the sterno would spill, and there would be this line from the thing down across the floor up their leg. no, that shit doesn t happen here. like i said, professionals. this is going to go like a big fireball. fireball, good. the kind who know how to properly prepare these dishes. sweet. like a goosebump moment. yeah. for dave, another classic, filet de boeuf. a filet mignon, a sauce made of cognac, cream and glace demi.
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game of chefs, cooks, and hospitality professionals is under way. some of these guys are kind of long in the tooth to be out there swinging sticks at each other and skating around on the ice. this is normal behavior? people actually do this for fun? oh, yeah. yeah, this is an absolutely quebecois, growing up playing hockey, canadian national sport. and this one is already being indoctrinated. hello, young man. you want to play? are you good at hockey? are you going to be a goalie or player? a player. oh, man! am i going to get a mouth full of puck, by the way? being catered with fred and dave s usual restraint. ta, ta, ta, ta, ta. come eat! hot cocoa in styrofoam cups? no, try a titanic charcuterie, containing flintstone-size hunks of pork
nothing short of excellent accepted. beyond excellent, too much excellent, yes, possibly. over the top? yeah, definitely. it all comes around in the end. the circle of life. we begin at the beginning, the heart and soul of every right-thinking quebecois, apparently ice, a stick, and a puck. fred and dave and martin picard are joined by the original god of montreal gastronomy, the great chef norman la pris to watch the canadiens lay waste to the north carolina hurricanes, all the while eating, of course, and drinking, as it turns out,