Gabrielle Hamilton and I disagree on a great deal of things, but there two things we do agree on--words and food. Food has been the constant through her highly dysfunctional life. She writes about it with an understanding of what it's like to know hunger and heartbreak and maybe even love. As a person, she kind of drove me nuts, but the writing and satisfaction of reading what she wrote gave me reason enough to forgive her. The chapter on her time spent as a youth in Europe and how that experience shaped her restaurant is a magnificent piece of work. If you have an interest in memoirs or in food, this book is worth a read.