His shows are interesting, to this suburban shut-in, because of the exotic locations ... but he’s a grouch. I even read his book, in the spirit of fair-mindedness, and he was a grouch there, too.
Informative international visiting, though. I liked the episode where he and a pack of Sicilians got drunk, roasted dead animals, and fired rifles at random. It reminded me of my relatives in Missouri.
There was a time a few years ago when a certain celebrity chef's face seemed to be plastered onto every cracker box in the grocery store. My kids even noticed that there was no escape from the ubiquitous troll, because the displays would be all over the stores. I explained to them that it was a case of extreme overexposure of a spokesperson, such that 1) consumers would get sick of her rancid smile, and 2) it showed that she was willing to promote all sorts of garbage without any sense of discriminating taste or values, thereby establishing her credibility as less than Zero.
I've noticed a lot of her junk kitchenware piled up on the clearance shelves.