If you’re into food in any way, shape or form, and you’re on Twitter, and you’ve never heard of James Beard Foundation award winner for humour writing, Ruth Bourdain, then you’re not really on Twitter. You must cease calling yourself a foodie. Actually, stop calling yourself a foodie altogether; it’s no longer cool.

Ruth Bourdain is Twitter’s equivalent to The Gong Show’s Unknown Comic. A hybrid of No Reservations’ Anthony Bourdain and former Gourmet Magazine editor-in-chief, Ruth Reichl, Ruth Bourdain is a foul mouthed, bitingly hilarious (recent Tweet: If you’re using lighter fluid to start your grill for your Memorial Day barbecue, please squirt some on yourself while you are at it.) writer with a mug so ugly even hermaphordites and trannies are offended.

Up until now no one knew who Ruth Bourdain was. Somehow he-she has managed to fly under the radar and eke out a living writing professionally and dipping his-her nib into the inkwell to fashion the occasional haiku. MY fave RoBoKu…

The Steak Bone

This is some great weed

So you can imagine my delight when the lady sitting beside me on the GO train from Union Station to Burbs East yesterday confided that Ruth Bourdain was actually a member of her church, was active in the United Church Women, and made a pretty decent cup of tea.

With R.B.’s potty mouth I would have pegged him-her as a practicing Catholic; confession daily.