Pirate Cat Radio Cafe on “No Reservations”
Posted by TheShot on 10 Aug 2009 | Tagged as: Local Brew
Some stories are too easy to predict. Like in our Trip Report to Pirate Cat Radio Cafe & Studio back in March. Back then we had heard the rumors that chef-turned-author-turned-TV-glutton, Anthony Bourdain, stopped in at the Pirate Cat to try their bacon maple latte. So naturally we suspected that Pirate Cat might make the national airwaves in due time.
That time was tonight, with this evening’s episode of No Reservations set in San Francisco.
As for Mr. Bourdain? Sure, the guy has a pretty tiresome schtick about being some bad-boy of dangerous food. Meanwhile, milquetoast BBC hosts such as Stefan Gates are foraging for food among the Karen people in landmine-rigged jungles with the Burmese Army in pursuit. (The milquetoast Mr. Gates even has the distinction of appearing on an album cover of Mr. Bourdain’s beloved Led Zeppelin.)
Mr. Bourdain’s Web site even says that the Ferry Building Farmers’ Market is in “Fisherman’s Wharf.” (Huh?) But he does make a fairly good case that for every food-hating vegan and overly-precious yuppie in this town, there are plenty of beer-guzzling burger joints and animal-eating animal lovers (such as Chris Costentino, of Incanto fame … and now pretty much a professional food TV whore).
Regardless, it was good seeing DJ Monkey and the Pirate Cat Cafe getting a little love between TV commercials for bing.com and Frosted Mini-Wheats.
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You’re a retard.
Is this the chronicle’s comment section? I don’t even think Bauer gets such pithy flames on his reviews – personally I thought that episode was the weakest no reservations I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe I just had too high of hopes, but a second glimpse of sam at the blue bottle stand, and 5 mins on pirate cat’s watered down 3 scoop coffee??
LOL. Nice reference to the SF Chronicle‘s comment section.
But hey — the great thing about the Internet is that nobody knows you’re a second-grader sneaking time on your mom’s login. (Well, almost nobody.)
I’ve seen weaker episodes of No Reservations, but not too many. It’s become rather formulaic: man visits city, man disses local cultural oddities, man finds salvation in cheap, old school, working man’s street food. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I really enjoy Anthony Bourdain’s writing and his show, but that was a really bizarre episode. There were moments when I was watching it and was thought to myself, “There’s no way the editors put in even a full hour on this thing.”