10 reasons why Mario Batali should take me on his next road trip

Posted on
Jul 28, 2009
My lack of glamour is your gain.

My lack of glamour is your gain.

Dear Mr. Batali,

We’ve never met before. But I did eat at Babbo once (which was great, despite the fact that we were eating with a pair of d-bags), and I took my mom to Enoteca San Marco when we were in Vegas (which she liked okay, and she hates everything). Plus, I’ve seen you on television several times. Personally, I think we’d get along. We have a lot in common: we’re both Italian, we both have relatives in Seattle and Abruzzo, and, judging from photos, we both get a little red-nosed when we drink. Really, if you think about it, it’s surprising we haven’t met sooner.

I even share your affinity for the color orange.

But my intentions today are not to write about preferred colors or common backgrounds. I am writing because you and the good people of PBS need me.

No, seriously. Really.

Okay, fine. Maybe “need” is too strong a word. But still, I could be helpful. Here’s the deal: you seem to be fond of taking trips with other luminaries in the culinary world and filming your adventures. And I love to eat. I know – it seems like almost too much of a coincidence.

I realize that you already have established a winning group of travel companions, including Gwyneth Paltrow. And don’t get me wrong – she seems like a lovely girl (I friggin LOVED Shallow Hal. No, I am not being sarcastic) – but she’s a vegetarian. I, on the other hand, love animals. Because they are delicious. As such, traveling with me is awesome (if you are not a vegetarian, that is. If you are, you may weep). Since I realized you (and perhaps your legal team) might need a bit more persuading, I have created a list of 10 reasons why you should let me join you on your next trip.

  1. PBS don’t need sexy. And thankfully, I am not. The good viewers of public television voluntarily watch programs that feature Rick Steves and that monk who bakes. If they wanted to see attractive people, they’d STOP WATCHING PBS. And yet here you are, with the likes of Gwyneth and some beautiful Spanish girl. PBS viewers don’t want that. They want soft. They want squishy. They want occasionally sweat-stained. I am all of those things.
  2. Like you, I’m Italian. I even speak the language. Sort of. I mean, I do when I’m drunk. Which I am willing to be. So we could totally tour Italy. And talk to people. While drunk.
  3.  I will try anything once. When it comes to food that is (I don’t know what else you’ve heard, but it’s probably not true). Seriously. Offal? Awesome. Feet? Neat. Tentacles? Tasty. I love it all, and I’m not freaked out by anything (except mayo. Mayo is nasty).
  4.  I have absolutely nothing better to do. No kids. No job. Not even a newspaper subscription. Nothing. No one will even notice I’m gone, except for my oft-neglected houseplant (and possibly, after a few weeks, my husband).
  5.  I smell good. Have you ever traveled with a stinky person? It sucks. This would not be the case with me. My hair usually smells nice, I don’t smoke, I love breath mints, and I wear perfume. Overall, I smell pretty awesome. Unless I’m gassy.
  6. You’ll be able to reach my entire audience. Both of them (hi, guys!).
  7. I’d totally appreciate it. Really. I wouldn’t be snobbish or ungrateful or rude. If you take a famous person with you, I bet they won’t enjoy it half as much as I would. Plus, I’ll send you a very nice thank-you card.
  8. I pack light. So you wouldn’t have to lug around my bag or anything. Not that I’d expect you to – I wouldn’t. But I’m just saying.
  9. I am great at car games. So you’d never get bored during the trip. I even make them up myself. My skills know no bounds.
  10. I’ll go halfsies on the gas.

See? It would be a perfect match. We’ll be like Starsky and Hutch, except platonic. And with food (also, I get to be Starsky). Please give it some thought.

Warm Regards,

The Everywhereist


P.S. – Does Bourdain need a sidekick? Just curious.

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  • I’m going to pretend I am one of the “guys” in reason six. And I would totally watch a show with you and Batali. How can PBS (or Mario) refuse? Seriously, somebody needs to make this happen.

  • Geraldine

    I was actually going to write, “Hi, Rand and Philip”, but it seemed too sad. Also, apparently Will Critchlow reads my site, too. Didn’t want him to feel left out.

  • Es verdad! You always smell lovely. An ideal sidekick.

    I totally wish we’d gotten that extra ticket to you for Batali & Bourdain at the Paramount last month. Bourdain had a field day trash-talking Batali’s roadie companions. And Batali wore the orange crocs on stage.

  • I will totally foot the bill on this. Don’t we know someone who knows Mario? If not, we should. Maybe we can just swing by Salumi and ask his Dad.

  • MB

    Dear Everywhereist,

    Your letter has struck quite a note with me. I am impressed by your appropriate use of numbered bullet points and more than a little intrigued by a person that smells like mints and farts. Your ability to paint a picture with words clearly comes second nature to you, and I think it would be great to chat. Your love of food and willingness to pay for half the gas has elevated this note out of the “I love your Crocs” and “You would be cute if you weren’t a fat ass!” mail bag to the much smaller ‘respond’ pile. Frankly, I NEED someone like you to help with my travels, as most of my time is spent cooking and sweating. Gwyn is generally too weak to haul a ham, and the constant complaining is maddening. Just like Hammer, there is always room for one more in my posse.

    Someone will be right with you.



    • Geraldine

      Oh, Rudy … I mean Mario. You are such a delightful ass. 🙂

  • Mike

    It should be a fundamental rule of any well lived life that you know someone called Mario…

    I know a Sebastien, Marcell, Tomas, Claudia, Benjamin, Per, Christophe, Marco, “Porn tasche Guy” and many others from my limited travels but no Marios so far…. anyone able to hook me up with a Nintendo lookalike seeking friendship and fun but nothing serious or seedy?

  • > And thankfully, I am not [sexy].
    Dirty lies!

    • Geraldine

      I don’t deny that I am awesome – but glamorous and sexy? No. Icky.

  • Sadly, I even read the comments (eventually).

    Keep up the good work 🙂

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