QUATTROTEQUE Gleb Gleb from Le Roulier, France
Riveting. I could not put this one down. There was an part of ghoulish to it.
An enjoyable memoir and well written. I must thank Gabrielle Hamilton for sparing us the Bourdain-esque, added for the shock sense, behind the carryings-on cookery horror canards which make you wonder if you should ever go out to eat again. Hamilton's rapport to baking is presented with a humbleness that contradicts her ascension to the most of NYC's diner creation and I liked that. I did wish, however, that I hadn't googled her partially through reading the book to find that she had involved herself in a protracted love with the spouse of her sister who in the book she claims to cherish and cling to as the only family representative she has any closeness to. She clearly has some issues. I tried to enjoy the book anyway, but that made it tough to continue liking her as much.