"This was action to me," he tells Bourdain. "I would see these people cooking at a pace, and cooking for people who were completely out of control, but still providing hospitality."
The two men lose their minds. They slump and surrender and dissolve into a single namelessly buzzing poetic orality: "Patty melt! Augh ... Mmmm ... Come on ... That's not insanely delicious? ... Ooohhh ... God damn."
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