Physically speaking, Anthony Bourdain is totally my type. Tall, skinny, big-nosed and wise-assy. Unfortunately, he's also become extremely annoying and so I somewhat reluctantly put the kibosh on my crush. (I've heard through the grapevine that he's devastated, poor guy.) Lucky for me, just as my ardor for Bourdain was fizzling, my attentions were captured by another fancy chef. Gordon Ramsey.
While not as conventionally good looking as Bourdain—more bulldog than babe—a Kitchen Nightmares marathon on BBC pulled me over to his side. I don't even normally like blondes.