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Everyone’s favorite ruggedly-handsome, confident, opinionated, ever-so-slightly condescending former junkie/chef has published a bucket list. I won’t spoil the photo essay by duplicating the list here, but Anthony Bourdain’s “13 Places to Eat Before You Die” includes restaurants on three continents: one in London, two in Spain, one in Napa Valley, one in Singapore, one in Seattle, one in Tokyo, one in Chicago, one in Kansas City, and four in New York City (that’s almost 25% of the list in good olde NYC – it always was a hell of a town!). So, if one trusts Bourdain’s palate (and who wouldn’t trust this charming bastard?), that means that you don’t really need to visit South America, Africa, or Australia before you die, which is a relief, because two of those continents specialize in water-borne diseases, and the third boasts of its famous kangaroos which, as far as I’m concerned, are really just enormous rats.