Munching on a "cubana," the mother of all sandwiches," a 7-pound behemoth of a sandwich, at the "That's It" Liquor Store that serves "tortas" in the Mission District in San Francisco, Bourdain gives away the pharmaceutical secret to his pork-loving, beef-eating, meat-craving, ravishing carnivorous ways:
Bourdain: "Mama said, y'know, 'Don't ever eat anything bigger than your head.' But I think we're approaching Giada Dilaurentis size of beef..."
Bourdain: "hmmmm...Do I hate myself already... [friend laughs]... "
Friend: "There's not enough Lipitor in the world to...uh..."
Bourdain: "Well, I'll know for sure next ...I'm already on Lipitor."
Aaaaaaaaww-huuuuuuuh!!! Knew it! The Bourdain diet, for all his care-free attitude and the-Davil-may-care bravado, could not possibly be sustained at his age without "a little help from his friends," the pharmaceuticals!
He's already on Lipitor! The two-legged Lipitorous carnivorous Bourdainicus thought he could fool us! Hah!
The possible sudden and early death brought on by all that "dead animal" cholesterol carousing through his veins is kept at bay only by the slimmest of defenders: a "wonder drug."
So the vegans, vegetarians and other health food fanatics of the world do have a point, after all, huh, Bourdain?
Gotcha!!!
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