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He is the last apostle of Basque gastronomy, a

star

chef

who moves with tremendous ease between the

Michelin universe

, the

Guinness Book

and the

guarrindongadas

, his particular culinary pornography.

And it even has a stage name: Robin Food.

One of his texts, 'With the kitchen you don't play', was chosen the best book of the year in 2010. If Shakespeare raised his head ... That's bullshit like a bell. I have a library of books that I will die without reading. And that a book of mine is the best of the year ... I pass the word. Are you sure you don't play with cooking? What a disappointment ... I wanted it to be called

The Man Who

Whispered to Blood Sausages

, but the publisher thought it was too long and too weird. I have not argued with the editors for a long time, he has the honor of having cooked the world's largest Russian steak: 15 square meters of 'hamburger' that broke all records. Who it came up with

such nonsense? That was a

bilbainada

of the size of a birch. But a

bilbainada

Very funny. How does that outrage coexist with the Michelin-star bacchanal of your partner, Martin Berasategui? They coexist as easily as the vinyls I have in my discography: one by Camarón next to one by Frank Sinatra or Pat Metheny. I give to haute cuisine, sandwiches,

pintxo

and can of sardines, because I like good things; There are people who are capable of making delicious things in a tavern, or high-flying chefs who do not get the pirouette, who do not have an elf. Hydrolyzed morcilla with gin foam and hydrogen tataki. Aren't we losing the north with things to eat? I'll go to places to

jamar

and to drink, I don't like to be harassed or screwed up with speeches. I no longer waste a minute in those places where you eat extraordinary but the

kitchenette

is a bore and an egocentric, and where instead of enjoying the menu they order you to raise your arm, turn your chin, listen to a record ... people who do well, huh? But it could be counted on the fingers of one hand. One of its greatest gastronomic contributions are the 'guarrindongadas'. Can you develop the concept for me, please? It's not my idea. I imagine that Marcus Aurelius, Cleopatra, or all those who have marked the designs of civilization have made

stupid

They have eaten infected shit without anyone seeing them, with premeditation and treachery. Everyone has their forbidden snack, their disgusting sandwich, that disgusting whim that they eat with delight in the darkness of their home, often in their underwear or barefoot. Would you give me, here and now, the recipe for an exclusive 'guarrindongada'? A well toasted, crunchy muffin. You drip it with olive oil and condensed milk, add some good salted anchovies with a little oil from the can, and you already have a sandwich that freaks out. What dish would you cook for Pedro Sánchez to lighten his journey? to eat at his mother's house, because surely he gives him a few slaps and says things he does not want to hear. Mothers always tell the truth. To Felipe VI? The King seems to take great care of himself.Surely you haven't eaten a good breaded steak for centuries. And Isabel Díaz Ayuso, with the bustle she brings? She will be at events all day, and it will give her a horrible laziness to sit in front of very bombastic and very delicious delicacies, When maybe the girl is wanting to eat some stew croquettes, you are going to fill me up ... What politicians have to do is get out of the official car, take off his tie, leave the office and listen to the taxi driver and the people in the markets, and not just in elections, which is when they put on their espadrilles and go down to the street to kiss the ladies. Markets that, by the way, are mortally wounded and are often the thermometer of what happens in Spain. From time to time someone 'tunes' a paella and in Valencia it seems that the end of the world is coming.Is it so much? I find it funny to play around with this paella business because there are people who get very hysterical and very nervous, they bring out the monster they have inside. Sometimes it amuses me to put the lighter near the gasoline, to provoke a little, like when I disguised myself as a fallera in a Telecinco program and the next day those from the hard sector wanted to stone me, as in the Monty Python scene. But there are symbols that go beyond gastronomy and become religious emblems that cannot be touched. We don't even talk about pizza with pineapple ... In Spain we are the first to take care of destroying foreign cookbooks. We have no complex in planting a fried egg on top of aSometimes it amuses me to put the lighter near the gasoline, to provoke a little, like when I disguised myself as a fallera in a Telecinco program and the next day those from the hard sector wanted to stone me, as in the Monty Python scene. But there are symbols that go beyond gastronomy and become religious emblems that cannot be touched. We don't even talk about pizza with pineapple ... In Spain we are the first to take care of destroying foreign cookbooks. We have no complex in planting a fried egg on top of aSometimes it amuses me to put the lighter near the gasoline, to provoke a little, like when I disguised myself as a fallera in a Telecinco program and the next day those from the hard sector wanted to stone me, as in the Monty Python scene. But there are symbols that go beyond gastronomy and become religious emblems that cannot be touched. We don't even talk about pizza with pineapple ... In Spain we are the first to take care of destroying foreign cookbooks. We have no complex in planting a fried egg on top of aWe don't even talk about pizza with pineapple ... In Spain we are the first to take care of destroying the foreign cookbook. We have no complex in planting a fried egg on top of aWe don't even talk about pizza with pineapple ... In Spain we are the first to take care of destroying the foreign cookbook. We have no complex in planting a fried egg on top of a

niguiri

, and I have not seen any Japanese who want to murder us for that.

The kitchen is for fun, and if we had to do what the holy books and the prophets say, we would die of boredom.

Is there a plate you can't handle, sir?

And every time I like condemned and outlawed food more and more.

They talk about authenticity and truth in the kitchen, so I claim a veal brain, a turtledove, a thrush or a pigeon, and not do the somersault with the tomato filament or the pepper seeds, which are an authentic shit.

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