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Food: A Love Story


I saw the cover and knew I would have to read it. Food: A Love Story by Jim Gaffigan. If you've never heard the comedy of Gaffigan, he's most widely known as the 'Hot Pocket' comic. But I would call myself a fan of a lot of his stuff. 

Jim is not loud or yelling at you. His humor is almost ninja-like, sneaking up on you in his delivery. I listened to the audiobook version of his other book, Dad is Fat. Awesomely read by him, I've never had a more entertaining drive. And I despise long drives. 

In Food: A Love Story, Jim ponders the ins and outs of practically all foods across America, even going so far as to give us a map of how each region should be named, after the foods most popular there. One can read about his quest to make all food comfort food, except seafood, which he clearly has a distaste for. 

At times, I cannot tell if Jim is attempting to communicate an important message about the amount of food we have here in America. Even if not intentional, the fact that a guy can write so much about America's obsession with food is telling and should cause us to think while we laugh. Mostly family-friendly, if you like his stand-up, it won't be difficult for you to hear his voice as you read his book. 

I received this book for free from my friends at Blogging for Books. 

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