Noooo RESERVATIONS...

If this is any indication of my '09, then let the good times roll. I am farfarfar from starstruck but when I walked into the Renaissance Hotel today and ran into my beloved Tony I almost flipped out! But I promised myself that I'd save the ugly tears for MJB. "Anthony Bourdain!" I screamed. He was equally happy to see me I'm sure. Had I blown his cover? Me run into AnthonyBourdain (6.25) mid afternoon in Bmore City, who knew? Yep, he's in my town in search of that good lake trout. I found it quite ironic that today marks the new season of No Reservations. I'll take a side of his witty sarcasm any day, oh and how rightfully oh-so cocky. And unlike Andrew Zimmern {was I the only one who thought it was Zimmerman} who'll eat your dog's balls if stewed and braised in a good sauce, my boy Tony tells the truth when it comes to awesome food. Tough tittie he already has someone escorting him around the infamous Lexington Market but will he get a chance to try that perfect chickenbox with salt, pepper xtra ketchup? Next time Anthony, next time...