El Bulli as the world knew it, is now merely a place of lore and legend. It was, is, and always will be a worldwide marker of seminal gastronomic importance in the way we Americans consider the events of 1776. The work of Ferran Adrià and the often overlooked minions of El B. was so important and so impressive that nearly all, if not all, of the people to reference, recap, or critique their experience wasn’t just impressed – they were changed for life.
By now you probably already know this. You’ve seen the videos, you’ve read the masterfully crafted topical writings from the world’s most prominent gastronomes, and you’ve watched as dust particles like me were inspired to play around with lecite, xantana, and the like.
In the midst of this content inundation, a few people have written some really great stories about the impact of El Bulli and Adria on their own lives. Case in point, Massimo Bottura (also known as the chef from Osteria Francescana in Italy), wrote his own tip of the hat entitled El Bulli Last Walz [sic]. It is a short little bit written in very personal terms.
Even if you could care less about food culture or restaurants more than a few miles from your live space, I think this article can appeal to you. At the end of the day, food has the ability to inspire, to anger, to invoke, and to incite. Though mathematicians everywhere will disagree, food is, in this dude’s humble opinion, the true universal language. I think Bottura’s article is a symbol of that.
Oh, and before I tap out for the day … for those of you interested in El Bulli, you can also check out Tony Bourdain’s hour long verbal onslaught of joy from his tv show No Reservations.
[via W50B / image by indarasensi]
Ferran Adrià
