In Memoriam: Jonathan Gold

Jonathan Gold peering into a food truck as a woman takes his order

Last weekend, the food world was stunned and saddened to lose its most influential writer.

What I think is more important to understand, though, is that the world at large lost one of its kindest and most authentic souls.

Jonathan Gold was a Pulitzer Prize-winning food critic. A rarity. And from what I know of Jonathan, that description of him is apt not just as a writer but as a human.

Jonathan’s writing was anything but common. He had a manner of stringing thoughts and words one after the other as if they were recklessly careening along in a way that made you hold your breath and wonder where the heck they were headed. Something like when you hear the squealing of tires and instinctively turn to catch a glimpse of whatever is happening. To turn away doesn’t even register in one’s consciousness.

Though Jonathan’s manner of writing was uncommon, the places he chose to write about were not. He haunted food trucks and mom and pop places. Affordable places. Real places. Places that had a story to tell that wasn’t manufactured by a PR team and that no one else would bother to tell. Jonathan, though, was a storyteller. And he told the stories not just of food but of people so convincingly, readers not only heard what he had to say, they heeded it. Countless kitchens remain in existence simply because he wrote so compellingly about them.

“You want these guys to succeed,” he says at one point in the IFC documentary City of Gold, in reference to the numerous unknown food destinations in the LA area that embrace the cooking of a different culture but fall in the shadow of the city’s more glam menus. “The thing that people find hard to understand is the huge number of cultures that live in this city who come together in this beautiful and haphazard fashion. We are all citizens of the world. Strangers together.”

I can’t fathom selecting a single article or two of Jonathan’s as an example. Google him. And then watch the documentary.

Truthfully, I didn’t know Jonathan that well beyond his writing. Although I know enough.

I know that I almost lost my position as an editor at a glossy magazine because he was more than a little tardy on deadline for an article I’d convinced him to write. And I can tell you if I’d been let go, it would have been worth it for the article he finally fashioned. What finally prompted him to turn in his copy was when I explained that if he dallied any longer, the copy editors may have to stay late to work on his essay. He seemed to care about that sort of thing.

That’s the kind of guy he was.

I can tell you that one week when he was visiting Manhattan and had his meals choreographed as tightly and creatively as a Russian ballet, he delayed his dinner reservation at the trendiest table in the Meatpacking District because I was on deadline and couldn’t slip away long enough for a proper dinner. Instead of dining in opulence with friends, he sat with me in a cheap vinyl booth at a dive bar in mundane midtown across the street from my office and we drank. We drank hard. Rather than regale me with tales of his celebrity life, he told stories about ordinary things. He asked about my life. He laughed each chance he got. He made certain I laughed, too. And he seemed to want to understand what made me laugh and why. Never during any interaction with the man did I witness him display an ego. As The Economist wrote, “Jonathan Gold’s mobile phone had few selfies, but plenty of pictures of tacos.”

That’s the kind of guy he was.

I can tell you that even though he disliked eggs, he dedicated a lifetime to perfecting his technique for coaxing eggs sunnyside up to that elusive status of yolks “limpid and bright yellow” and whites “perfectly set.” Because that’s the way the woman he loved prefers them.

That’s the kind of guy he was.

It was his way with words that initially drew me in. But it was his way of seeing the world, his way of being in the world, that impressed me.

Jonathan took an alternate approach than that of any other writer. In that essay he wrote, which happened to be about eggs, he mused about dozens of incarnations and held them all to be equal. The lofty and the low-key. The sophisticated and the simple. That’s what I think Jonathan was trying to share with us. He saw and experienced life in all its shades of technicolor. And he wanted others to experience that, too.

May his writing continue to satiate us. May his life continue to inspire us.



  1. This is the first article I’ve read from this website. I was taken by a phrase in the short bio of David about how he lives to eat (I’m not sure if that’s what he said but it’s what my takeaway is.) In my old age I’ve had to learn to eat within the restrictions of diabetes and kidney failure. I’ve grown to appreciate this burden because I love life and want to hang around as long as possible. I am aware of not only the carb values of what I eat but also how much phosphorus, potassium, calcium, etc. I have to eat adequate protein and have blood tests every month to monitor these things. I used to think of nothing more than the oral gratification which is the reason of why I’m in this position.
    What it’s done is make me very thoughtful about what I eat. I’m no less of a gourmand than I was before, but I make every bite count towards making my life long and worth living.
    I guess this article about Jonathan Told struck a chord in me because I admire his love of finding the real deal not the trending far it the hour. Bless us all who share this aesthetic.

    1. Philip, thanks for writing. I think the phrase you’re looking for about me is, “Welcome to the world according to me, David Leite (my last name, quite coincidentally, rhymes with “eat” in English, “ate” in Portuguese).” You are so right about being mindful about what we eat–and how much. As I get older, I understand this more and more. And, yes, Jonathan was a true treasure, and he was taken from us too, too early. Take care of yourself, and eat well and wisely.

  2. the view of the world, the lens which they lend us, that is how they stay alive. keep seeing the world thru thier lens, and you can keep great kind souls with you. thank you for such a beautiful rememberance.

  3. Lovely words, touching article. I did not know of this person but I quickly googled and found this article. So Sad when someone passes so young, quickly of such a dreadful disease. I will try to find this documentary “City of Gold” to watch. Such dedication and how he helped others (the restaurants that were struggling) should always be remembered.

    1. Thank you for taking the time to comment, Randi K. It is incredibly sad. And as you say, hopefully there are those who will take his example as inspiration. I hope you enjoy learning more about him, he was such a gentle soul, example for all of us in many ways.

  4. I’ll be honest and admit I’ve not read anything he wrote – but will do so now. What a heartfelt tribute! It makes you curious about the man and I shall enjoy satisfying that curiousity.

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