Celebrities of the Chefing World
April 29th, 2011 by plumpdumpling

I truly, legitimately thought on my way to my boyfriend’s from work a few weeks ago that I was about to come face-to-face with super-studly chef Eric Ripert of Le Bernadin fame. I realized I had no idea what to say to him and quickly started trying to think of some food-related witticisms. “Don’t tell him you don’t like seafood!” I reminded myself.

It turned out to be some other super-studly man with gleaming hair, and I was off the hook, but it got me thinking about how weird it is that even I get a little excited about food celebrities. Understand that I don’t care about movie and TV stars at aaaaall. I keep a list of celebrities I’ve seen while living in NYC on my personal blog just because I like the stories behind my interactions with them, but I don’t read celebrity gossip magazines, I’m scared that shows like “TMZ” exist, and I have no idea why anyone (my boyfriend!) would watch a single moment of the Oscars or the Emmys, especially to look at the clothes.


I got off the bus at 14th Street on Monday to walk the rest of the way back to my boyfriend’s apartment in my quest to work off some of these tasting menus, and a few blocks later, I came upon wd~50’s Wylie Dufresne with a little boy sitting on his shoulders. (I assume it was his son, but you can assume whatever you like.)

I immediately pictured myself marching up to him, hand extended, and saying, “I named yours my absolute favourite NYC restaurant the other day. Your foie gras filled with passion fruit still comes up in conversation between my boyfriend and me about once a week. I think you’re the most inventive chef in the entire world. Here’s the link to my blog. Do you do wine pairings? I suggest your dessert tasting to new foodies all of the time. Do you hate the word foodie, too?”

And then I realized that wow, Wylie Dufresne does not care about any of that stuff. So I kept on walking. But of course I immediately called my boyfriend and squealed.

this is how Wiley looks if you stop him in the street
and try to make pointless conversation

I guess I react toward chefs like most people react toward moviestars. And I guess it’s little sightings like these that make my boyfriend’s tiny Manhattan apartment and what he pays for it worthwhile.

6 Responses  
  • kimz writes:
    April 29th, 20113:01 pmat

    Eric Ripert. *Drooooooooooooooooool*

    • plumpdumpling writes:
      April 29th, 20115:47 pmat

      You said it. But there’s something about that chest hair peeking out of Wylie’s chef’s coat that I know you can’t resist.

  • Tracey writes:
    April 29th, 20117:25 pmat

    Wylie Dufresne = Jeremy Chenkovich, all grown up.

    • plumpdumpling writes:
      April 29th, 20117:58 pmat

      That just made me actually laugh out loud. I hope Jeremy has a Google Alert for his name.

      • Tracey writes:
        April 29th, 20118:05 pmat

        Maybe Jeremy will read this, realize that Wylie is his long lost brother, and the two of them will hook up and play saxophone together.

  • Mrs. Bachelor Girl writes:
    May 3rd, 20115:35 pmat

    You would be right at home in New Orleans, where chefs are the REAL rock stars.

    But wait, didn’t you mean “except to look at the clothes”?!

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