Today was a glorious day – it was warm enough for flip flops, I ate a stellar baguette sandwich, I RAN INTO ANTHONY BOURDAIN!!! Ok, “ran into” sounds like we’re old friends. And while I feel oddly close to that sharp-tongued, heavy-drinking rockstar of a chef, I think he’d probably place me strictly in the crazy stranger category. So really it was more like I was walking down the street with a friend, wondering why there was a small crowd gathering at the side door of the Hotel de Crillion and didn’t even see Anthony (Tony, T, T-bo) until said friend pointed him out.
And then I proceeded to squeal like a 12 year old with Beiber fever. I had an almost irresistable impulse to run over and start gushing, but if you know anything about Bourdain, you know he would have said something nasty and potentially put his cigarette out in my face. And that’s why I love him so! Because for the 30 seconds I was standing there staring and pointing like a giddy idiot I kind of wanted to put out a cigarette in my own face.
Anywho, today’s vocab involves a funny phrase:
“Ah, la vache!”
Pronunciation: Ah, lah vaash
Definition: Literally, this means “Oh! The cow!” Oh man, aren’t the french cute! This is the equivalent of “Holy cow!” or “Oh my god!” As in:
“Ah, la vache! Anthony Bourdain just invited me to join the cast of No Reservations and help write his next book! No, I’m not hallucinating.”