All I can think of when I hear his name is this one time on the Mole... They were in an Italian village, and the contestants were running rampant, looking for some hot pink flag, or a foot print, or something. And as they round the corner, there's good 'ol Anderson, the Master of Cool, sitting on the steps of someone's home, nonchalantly eating a loaf of bread. And of course, Kate swooned. Please Anderson, teach me your ways!