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Food: A Love Story

Food: A Love Story

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by Jim Gaffigan

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“What are my qualifications to write this book? None really. So why should you read it? Here’s why: I’m a little fat. If a thin guy were to write about a love of food and eating I’d highly recommend that you do not read his book.”
Bacon. McDonalds. Cinnabon. Hot Pockets. Kale. Stand-up comedian and author Jim


“What are my qualifications to write this book? None really. So why should you read it? Here’s why: I’m a little fat. If a thin guy were to write about a love of food and eating I’d highly recommend that you do not read his book.”
Bacon. McDonalds. Cinnabon. Hot Pockets. Kale. Stand-up comedian and author Jim Gaffigan has made his career rhapsodizing over the most treasured dishes of the American diet (“choking on bacon is like getting murdered by your lover”) and decrying the worst offenders (“kale is the early morning of foods”). Fans flocked to his New York Times bestselling book Dad is Fat to hear him riff on fatherhood but now, in his second book, he will give them what they really crave—hundreds of pages of his thoughts on all things culinary(ish). Insights such as: why he believes coconut water was invented to get people to stop drinking coconut water, why pretzel bread is #3 on his most important inventions of humankind (behind the wheel and the computer), and the answer to the age-old question “which animal is more delicious: the pig, the cow, or the bacon cheeseburger?”

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Veteran comedian Gaffigan (Dad Is Fat, 2013) once again proves that the surest way to the American funny bone is through a mouthful of cheeseburger and fries, followed by a milkshake chaser.Most love stories are complex affairs, and the author's torrid relationship with pizza and bacon and everything else that is bad for you—but also so darn tasty—is no exception. In his latest book, Gaffigan waxes downright poetic about beef, barbecue, Chinese takeout and a smorgasbord of other gastronomic delights that no overweight man his age and girth can resist. The author's passion for deliciously trashy food manifests itself in a mouthwatering map of the United States that gleefully replaces red and blue states with much more representational porterhouse steaks and ribs. Gaffigan admits to never being hungry because he simply never stops eating—not that he's proud of this potentially tenuous state of affairs, because as the relentlessly self-deprecating wit implies, he is not. It's just that the gifted author is one love-struck schlub who is completely honest about the power his beloved addiction has over his life. For as many dishes as he professes to adore, there appears to be an equal number of food items that he despises. His culinary no-fly list runs the gamut from seafood to American cheese. "What's the difference between anchovies and a sweaty eyebrow?" Gaffigan wonders. "Whenever I see an anchovy I think, Someone has attacked Tom Selleck. Why would you want to put that on a pizza?" The author seasons each carton of comedy goodness with all the right seasonings: a dash of domesticity here and a pinch of zesty dialogue there. In freely exploring his ardor for all things fried, baked and sugary, Gaffigan somehow manages to work "clean" without ever becoming sickeningly saccharine. Laughs served up just right on every page.

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Food: A Love Story

By Jim Gaffigan

Random House LLC

Copyright © 2014 Jim Gaffigan
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ISBN: 978-0-8041-4041-6



What are my qualifications to write this book? None, really. So why should you read it? Here's why: I'm a little fat. Okay, to some I might not be considered that fat, but the point is, I'm not thin. If a thin guy were to write about a love of food and eating, I'd highly recommend that you do not read his book. I'm not talking about someone who is merely in good shape. I'm talking thin. Skinny. I wouldn't trust them skinnies with food advice. First of all, how do you know they really feel passionately about food? Well, obviously they are not passionate enough to overdo it. That's not very passionate. Anyway, I'm overweight.

I'll admit it. I consciously try not to take food advice from thin people. I know this may not be fair, but when Mario Batali talks, I always think, Well, this is a guy who knows what he's talking about. He actually has experience eating food. This is why some sportscasters wonder what's going on in a player's head during a tense moment in a game, but the sportscaster who was once a player knows what's going on in a player's head. When I talk about food, I like to think I'm like one of those sportscasters who used to play professionally. I'm like the Ray Lewis or Terry Bradshaw of eating. I'm like the Tony Siragusa of eating. Well, that's a little redundant.

When a thin person announces, "Here's a great taco place," I kind of shut down a little. How do they know it's so great? From smelling the tacos? If they only ate one taco, the taco could not have been that great. Or maybe it was great, but the thin person cared more about the calories than the taste: "I had to stop at one taco. I'm on a diet." A taco that won't force you to break your diet just can't be that great. Fat people know the consequences of eating, but if the food is good enough, they just don't care. Overweight people have chosen food over appearance. When a fat person talks about a great place to get a burger, I lean in. They know.

Speaking of thin people, another person it makes no sense to take advice from is the waiter. Why do fancy restaurants always hire thin, good-looking people to be the waiters? "I'll have the hamburger, and I want someone who is at least an 8 to bring it over to me. Can I see some headshots?" Why would we care what the waiter looks like? Even if we did, why would we take the waiter's advice? We don't know him. He is a stranger. "Well, he works there." Does that make him have similar taste in things you like? Does that make him honest? Not to sound paranoid, but the waitstaff does have a financial incentive for you to order something more expensive: "Well, I highly recommend the 16-ounce Kobe Beef with Lobster and the bottle of 1996 Dom Perignon."

What restaurants really need is a fat-guy food expert. Many fine-dining establishments have a sommelier—a wine expert—to assist in wine selection, but if a restaurant really cares about food, they should have a "Fattelier."

FATTELIER: Well, I'd get the chili cheese fries with the cheese on the side. You get more cheese that way.

ME: Thank you, Fattelier.

Although they can't be thin, the food adviser can't be too fat. If they are morbidly obese, then you can conclude that they will probably eat everything and anything and do not have discerning taste. This is not to say that they won't have valuable views. I'd still trust an overly fat person over a skinny one any day. The best adviser would have a very specific body type: pudgy or just a little overweight. This makes it clear they have a somewhat unhealthy relationship with food, but not a clinical problem. They are eating beyond feeling full. Sure, I am describing my own body type, but that's why I am qualified to write this book about food. What other credentials do you need, really? Stop being a snob. Read the book already.


As a child I was confused by my father's love of steak. I remember being eight and my dad ceremoniously announcing to the family, "We're having steak tonight!" as if Abe Lincoln were coming over for dinner. My siblings and I would politely act excited as we watched TV. "That's great, Dad!" I remember thinking, Big deal. Why can't we just have McDonald's? To me, my father just had this weird thing with steak. I thought, Dads obsess about steak the way kids obsess about candy. Well, my dad did. I'd watch him trudge out behind our house in all types of weather to the propane grill after me or one of my brothers barely averted death by lighting it for him. He would happily take his post out there, chain-smoking his Merit Ultra Light cigarettes and drinking his Johnnie Walker Black Label Scotch alone in the darkness of Northwest Indiana. He'd stare into the flame like it was an ancient oracle relaying a prophecy that solved the mysteries of life.

Given the sheer joy that standing at the grill gave my father, I was always amazed by how bad he was at cooking a steak. Maybe it was the grilling in virtual darkness, or maybe it was the Scotch, but his steaks were usually really burnt and often had the flavor of cigarette ashes. At the table he would try to justify the charred meat in front of the family: "You like it well done, right?" Again, my siblings and I would politely lie. "It's great, Dad. Thanks." I think I actually grew to enjoy the taste of A.1. Steak Sauce mixed with cigarette ash. A.1. was always on the table when my dad would grill steaks. It seems everyone I knew had that same thin bottle of A.1. It always felt like it was empty right before it flooded your steak. Ironically, the empty-feeling bottle never seemed to run out. I think most people still have the same bottle of A.1. that they had in 1989. Once I looked at the back of a bottle of A.1. and was not surprised to find that one of the ingredients was "magic."

By the time I became a teenager, I generally understood that steak was something unique. It had some kind of a deeper meaning. I still preferred McDonald's, but I realized steak was certainly not something my father would've been able to eat growing up as the son of a denture maker in Springfield, Illinois, in the 1940s. I remember thinking that maybe eating steak was actually my father's measure of success. He wasn't poor anymore. He and his children could afford to eat burnt steak. Even in my twenties, when I would go home to visit my father after my mother passed away, he and I would always eat a cigarette-ash-infused steak that he had overcooked on the grill. Many years later I realized that following my mother's death, my father pretty much ate steak every night. Probably because my mother was not around anymore to say, "Well, obviously you shouldn't eat steak every night!" When I think back to my father eating steak day after day, year after year, I can only come to one conclusion: my father was a genius.

I don't know what happened, but steak makes perfect sense to me now. I was really overanalyzing it as a teenager. My father was not cooking steak on the grill to get away from his family or eating it daily to prove to himself that he wasn't poor; my father was eating steak because consuming a steak is one of the great pleasures we get to experience during our short time on this planet. This was probably one of my most profound coming-of-age realizations. Steak is really that amazing. Steak is so delicious, I'm sure the first person to go on a stakeout was eventually disappointed: "Been sitting in this car all night and still no steak! Not even a basket of bread."

I'm actually relieved I inherited my father's love of steak. Where I was raised in the Midwest, all the men around me seemed to love three things: fixing stuff, cars, and steak. I learned that a real man loves fixing stuff, cars, and steak. Well, at least I've got one of those three. If eating steak is manly, it is the only manly attribute I possess. I'm not handy. I can't fix things. Whenever something breaks in our apartment, I just look at my wife sheepishly and say, "We should call someone." I don't even call. My wife calls. I can barely figure out the phone. When the handyman comes over, I just kind of silently watch him work. I don't know what to say. "You want some brownies? My wife could bake us some brownies. I'd bake them, but I don't know how to turn the oven on." I try to act like I'm working on something more important. "Yeah, I'm more of a tech guy. I'm really good at computer stuff..... like checking e-mail."

I'm just not manly. I don't know what happened. The men in my family are manly. My dad and my brothers loved cars. I mean LOVED cars in a manly way. They'd talk about cars, go to car shows, and even stop and look at other people's cars in a parking lot. I barely have an opinion on cars. I do know that trucks are manlier than cars. The most manly form of transportation is, of course, the pickup truck. My brother Mike has a pickup because he's a MAN. Pickup commercials just give me anxiety. There's always a voice-over bellowing, "You can pull one ton! Two tons! You can pull an aircraft carrier!" I always think, Why? Why do you need that? I only see people taking their pickup trucks to Cracker Barrel. My brother Mike, like many other pickup owners, never seems to be picking anything up in his pickup. I find this confusing. It's like walking around with a big empty piece of luggage. "Are you about to travel somewhere?" "No, but I'm the type of guy who would." To be fair, I really can't judge. I don't own a pickup—or even a car, for that matter. Whenever I go back home to Indiana to visit my brother Mitch, who is car obsessed, I rent a car and drive to his house from Chicago. We usually have the same conversation.

MITCH: What kind of car did you rent?

ME: I think it's blue.

MITCH: Is that four or six cylinders?

ME: (pause) It has four wheels. I think. Wait, cylinders aren't wheels, right?

But steak..... steak I get. If eating steak is manly, then I'm all man. I'm like a man and a half. I love steak so much, it's actually the way I show affection for other men. "You're such a good guy, I'm going to buy you a steak." Men bond over steak. "We'll sit and eat meat together and not talk about our families." I recently toured for two weeks with my friend Tom. When I returned home, Jeannie asked, "How's Tom's family?" I don't know. I only spent like twelve hours a day with the guy. I know he likes a medium-rare rib eye. What else is there to know?

I order steaks from Omaha Steaks. Yes, I order my meat over the Internet, which I'm pretty sure is a sign of a problem. I guess I don't want my steak shopping to cut into my steak-eating time. Ordering Omaha Steaks is very simple. It's like Amazon.com for beef. A couple of days after I place my order, a Styrofoam cooler shows up. It's the same type of cooler that I imagine they will deliver my replacement heart in. Omaha Steaks is nice enough to provide dry ice in case I'd like to make a bomb or something. Occasionally, when I grab my Omaha Steaks cooler out of the hallway I'll make eye contact with a neighbor, who I'm sure will later tell his spouse, "Jim got another box of meat today. That apartment will be available in a couple weeks." The only problem with Omaha Steaks as a company is that you can't get rid of them. Once you order from them, they are like Jehovah's Witnesses calling all the time.

OMAHA STEAKS REP: Hey, you want some more steaks?

ME: I just got a delivery yesterday.

OMAHA STEAKS REP: How about some rib eyes?

ME: I don't need any more steak, thank you.

OMAHA STEAKS REP: How about some filets? You want some filets?

ME: Really. I'm fine with steaks.

OMAHA STEAKS REP: Okay, I'll call tomorrow.

ME: Um.....

OMAHA STEAKS REP: Hey, you want some turkey? Ham?

ME: I thought you were Omaha Steaks?

OMAHA STEAKS REP: You want some drywall?

ME: Aren't you Omaha Steaks?

OMAHA STEAKS REP: I'm right outside your window. I'm so lonely.

I could never be a vegetarian for many reasons, but the main one is steak. Sure, bacon, bratwurst, and pastrami are pretty amazing, but steak is the soul of all carnivores. Steak is the embodiment of premium meat eating. I'm a meat lover, and steak is the tuxedo of meat. The priciest dish on most menus is the "surf and turf," the steak and lobster. Who are they kidding? The steak is clearly driving the steak-and-lobster entrée. The steak is the headliner. There are way more people going for the steak and the lobster than people going for the lobster and the steak. The people who want the lobster are just ordering the lobster. Lobster's appeal is all perception, and steak is truly extraordinary. Steak has its own knives. There aren't steak restaurants. There are steakhouses. Steak gets a house. There's no tunahouse. Tuna gets a can. I love a steakhouse. It's really the perfect environment for eating a steak. They always seem like throwbacks to another era. A time when kale was just a weed in your backyard. All steakhouses seem to be dimly lit and covered in dark wood. They are usually decorated with a combination of red leather and red leather. You know there is a huge locker full of hanging carcasses, like five feet away. The waiters are no-nonsense pros. They approach in a gruff manner:

WAITER: (deep, scratchy voice) Welcome. Let's not beat around the bush. You getting a steak? We serve meat here. Want some meat?

ME: Yes, ma'am.

At Peter Luger's in Brooklyn, the waiter usually won't even let you order. "You're all getting porterhouse." Um, okay.

Some steakhouses show you the meat raw. At places like Smith & Wollensky, a tray will be wheeled out with different cuts on it. One by one the waiter will pick up a glob of raw meat and thrust it at the table. "You can get this. You can get this." Men are such visual animals that they'll point at the fat-swirled hunk of flesh and grunt, "That one." It's all very simple and primal. At other restaurants, fancy non-steak items are prepared in a code of complexity: "Al dente." "Braised." "Flambéed." But the way steak is cooked is understandable even to a monosyllabic caveman: "Rare." "Medium." "Well." You barely even have to know how to talk.

Of course, vegetables are also served at steakhouses, but they are called "side dishes." Like their presence there is only justified by the existence of steak. They're the entourage of the steak. And you can take them or leave them. The sides are not included with the purchase of steak. They are à la carte in steakhouses, like napkins on Spirit Airlines.

Sides are never called "vegetables," because what is done to vegetables in steakhouses makes them no longer qualify as vegetables.

GRUFF WAITER: We have spinach cooked in ice cream. We also have a bowl of marshmallows with a dollop of yam. And our house specialty is a baked potato that we somehow stuffed with five sticks of butter. We also have a "diet potato" that is stuffed with only four sticks of butter.

Everything about a steakhouse is manly, so it's no surprise that sports heroes own steakhouses. I've been to Ditka's, Elway's, and Shula's, which all had great steaks, but I'm pretty sure those NFL greats didn't cook my steak. "Hey, you were good at football. Why don't you open a meat restaurant? They have nothing to do with each other." Nothing except the same demographic: manly men. Like me.

My love of steakhouses is sincere. When I die, I would like to be buried in a steakhouse. Well, not buried. Just my casket on display in the dining room. That way people can come in, eat, and stare at me lying in state. Maybe someone will say, "Jim died too soon, but this steak was aged perfectly!" I don't think people in steakhouses would mind that much about my casket. People are in steakhouses for steak.

PATRON: Why is there a casket in the middle of the room?

WAITER: Oh, that is a comedian, Jim Gaffigan. His only wish was to.....

PATRON: I'll have the rib eye, baked potato, and can I get blue cheese on the side?

WAITER: I'll bring that right away, Mrs. Gaffigan.

I love steakhouses, but I realize there is something barbaric about the whole experience. Going to a place to eat cow hind parts. Eventually, eating steak won't be socially acceptable. In two hundred years I'm sure the following conversation will take place:

PERSON 1: Did you know that in 2014 people would sit in dark rooms and eat sliced-up cow by candlelight?

PERSON 2: Not my ancestors! My ancestors have been vegan since they came over on the Mayflower. I read that on Ancestry.com.


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Meet the Author

JIM GAFFIGAN is a stand-up comedian, actor, and bestselling author of Dad is Fat. He lives in Manhattan with his wife, Jeannie, and their five children.

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Food: A Love Story 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Darrold More than 1 year ago
OK, I'm a Jim Gaffigan fan. Get in line, right? I laughed out loud in several places, and some parts are not that funny. But overall, I enjoyed reading his comic thoughts about food in America and elsewhere. He is self-deprecating, makes fun of his Midwest white-bread heritage, and satirizes American eating habits. But his satire is gentle and not meant to hurt. Even if you are thin, you will recognize your inner glutton. He holds up a mirror to us and we just smile. That is why this rare G-rated comedian has so many adult fans. The photos of his kids with food and captions are hilarious. A fun, light read.
CarolCY More than 1 year ago
I liked this book, but it didn't make me laugh out loud like "Dad is fat" did, so I am giving it 4 stars. It's still pretty irreverent and wild, I love Gaffigan's humor!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hot Pocket!
Anonymous 5 hours ago
I have not read this one; But, l love "dad is fat", so this one is probably great!
Anonymous 9 months ago
My 9 yr old daughter and i would read this at night and crack up, it is a great way to destress and go to sleep exhasted from laughing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't agree with anything he Says about food. After the first 100 pages it seemed a bit repetitive .
WTF More than 1 year ago
I know he is supposed to be a comedian but this book is NOT funny! Not sure what the point is.
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BrianBeerGod More than 1 year ago
I am a huge stand-up comedy fan, judging by my other reviews – any time a comedian comes out with a book, I usually read it within the first few months of its release. Jim Gaffigan has been one of my favorite stand-up comics for a long time running. He works generally clean (but I wouldn’t call him a clean comic). This book is a book about food, one of Jim’s favorite things in the world (I’m not sure if they’re above his wife and kids, but it is probably close). He talks about different foods and where he has eaten them. It is written in the format of a regular book, but could be used as a “who’s who” of food places throughout the country. Jim is a travelling comic and has worked as one for a great deal of time, so he has collected some of the best places to get certain foods and details them to you. Including a great shout-out to a place from my hometown (Erie, PA) where he had his first ever Reuben sandwich (McGarrey’s Oakwood Cafe). There is also a great deal of his stand up bits within. A lot of older jokes (and some new ones) were strewn on the pages whenever he was writing about something that could use the jokes. If you are familiar with his work – this will just make you read it in his voice, which is actually really cool. All-in-all, if you like Gaffigan, food, or just enjoying eating – this book is a funny and quick read about some of the food do’s and don’ts according to a great comic. After checking out the book, I ended up listening to the audiobook too, and it really added some elements from it, but you miss out on the pictures that Gaffigan includes in the book. I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jimmy is AWESOME!!!
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VickiLN More than 1 year ago
This is a shorter read and would make a great choice for your summer reading list. It’s a light, fun book that got me out of a reading slump. There are a lot of chapters in this book, but they are all short. I love shorter chapters because it makes it easier to put the book down when you need to do something else like cook etc. You don’t have to stop in the middle of the chapter. You can just take another minute and finish it. Here’s a list of some of the chapter titles: An Eatie, Not A Foodie Not Slim Jim Bacon: The Candy Of Meat I Need A Hero Breakfast: A Reason To Get Out Of Bed House Of Carbs Not only does Jim share his thoughts on food, we also get a glimspe of him and his family through photos. Because he does standup and travels, we get a look at his favorite foods and restaurants from different cities, and his thoughts on fast food places. I love steak, so I thought that section was really funny. “Steak is truly extraordinary. Steak has it’s own knives.  There aren’t steak restaurants. There are steakhouses. Steak gets a house. There’s no tunahouse”. This book is definitely funny, but I didn’t think it was as funny as Dad Is Fat. Maybe that was because I was more familiar with much of the stuff he talked about from his stand up comedy routines. Still, I did laugh out loud many times throughout the book. He really loves bacon, but then, who doesn’t? But he loves it so much he even has a bacon scarf! I love bacon too, but don’t know about wearing a bacon scarf! If you’re a fan of Gaffigan and haven’t read his books, I highly recommend both his books. If you’re not familiar with him, check out his books and his stand up routines. I seriously doubt you’ll be sorry you did! We can all use a bit more laughter in our lives.
LitWinner More than 1 year ago
Jim Gaffigan is one of my favorite comedians. Any time I turn on the TV and one of his specials is on, I watch it, even if I’ve seen it a million times. His “Hot Pockets” routine is constantly quoted in this household, and he’s the one person I feel may actually be paler than us. So I was obviously thrilled he was coming out with a book all about food and even more ecstatic that I got to review it. I laughed out loud a lot while reading this book. A lot. To the point where my husband started getting mad and asked just what I was reading. When I told him it was Jim Gaffigan’s book, he immediately understood and left me alone. Yes, some of his material is repeated in this book, namely “Hot Pockets”. But I have to say that reading it and envisioning him doing this routine still made me laugh out loud. If you’re into Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and/or Man Vs. Food, you will really get a kick out of this book. While comedy is Gaffigan’s first job, he takes advantage of his travels around the country to partake in food tourism. He also seems to be overwhelmed by this perk of his day job. He just can’t believe his luck that he gets to travel around the country, telling jokes and eating, and gets paid for it, is even famous for it. This guy also has a lot of kids. He seems to understand that many people don’t understand how one can have so many children and addresses the situation straight off. He’s not defensive but just lays it out there while realizing that he and his wife just may be crazy, but oh well, all parents are. You may find some good parenting tips in this book, even as you drool over the delicacies (and not-so-delicacies) that Gaffigan talks about. If you are at all a fan of stand-up comedy, you really should pick up this book. If you enjoy food travel shows and have ever taken a road trip just to visit a particular establishment for a meal, you will be able to identify with Jim Gaffigan and how much he loves food. I received a copy of this book to review as part of the Blogging for Books program but I was not financially compensated in any way. The opinions expressed are my own and are based on my observations while reading this book.
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Bibliophile1954 More than 1 year ago
There is nobody better than Jim Gaffigan when it comes to talking about food. Anyone familiar with with Jim's comedy knows that he is true connoisseur of all food that is bad for you. From McDonalds, to bacon, cake, and everything in between, (not to mention steakhouses, Tacos, and pizza), Jim give us an absolutely hysterical view of how important food is to him, as well as how frustrating it is to his wife Jeannie to try to to maintain healthy eating habits for him & their 5 kids. I have read hundreds of books over all these years, but I have never come across a book that had me laughing every single chapter! Us fans of Jim's comedy will notice that many of his comedy bits from his shows are also included in this book, and it's fun to see the history of how these bits developed. There are several pictures of Jim's family scattered throughout the book, and they are absolutely adorable. If you like to know what the master of eating bad can show you, there is no better one than Jim Gaffigan to lead us through the world of terrible eating habits. You will not be disappointed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gaffigan shares his thoughts on food and food traditions. As usual there are parts of his books that leave me almost breathless from laughing. I particularly liked his thoughts on Waffle House and eating through the year. If you enjoyed Dad is Fat, you will definitely enjoy this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do you mean Bluegrass Middle School?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book from Jim Gaffigan is hilarious! I purchased the audio version and definitely recommend this version, as it seems like you are attending one of his stand-up shows. I found myself laughing out loud!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He's a stand-up comedy and actress! Cool! I loved it!
bookchickdi More than 1 year ago
Jim Gaffigan is a well known stand-up comedian and actor whose biggest claim to fame is his "Hot Pockets" routine about the frozen food item eaten mostly by drunk college students and/or lazy people with a microwave. He has written two books, Dad Is Fat, about living with his wife and five young children in a one-bedroom New York City fifth-floor walkup, and his second is Food: A Love Story, about his love affair with food. As a stand-up comic who has traveled all over the world, Gaffigan has eaten in many restaurants. When he travels on tour, he tweets to his fans, asking them where and what he should eat. This section of the book is terrific, and in addition to being very funny, it includes wonderful tips for traveling "foodies" (a term Gaffigan disdains). Gaffigan divides the United States into five major food areas- Seabugland (Northeast Coast) Eating BBQland (Southeast/Parts of Midwest) Super Bowl Sunday Foodland (Midwest/Parts of East) Steakland (Texas to Upper West) Mexican Foodland (Southwest to Texas) He is not a big fan of seafood, especially shellfish, saving particular distaste for oysters. His discussion of barbeque, which is used as "a verb, noun, and adjective and even a potato chip" is funny and informative. Gaffigan recounts how each city is proud of its own unique recipe for barbeque, and that in every Southern city he meets the same guy who says the same thing "Obama ate there, and you can get it shipped anywhere you want." He also mentions places that you can get great BBQ not in the South, with Syracuse, NY (Dinosaur BBQ) on that short list. He tells a funny story about dragging his family to a gas station in Kansas City, MO to eat at Oklahoma's Joe's, where Gaffigan joined a very long line at 11am. The line was filled with "predominantly, pudgy, balding, exhausted men in their thirties and forties," all happy to be there, though if these same men were confronted with such a long line at a grocery store to get milk or diapers, they would leave the store rather than wait for such unimportant items for their family. Another hilarious story had him following a man in Kmart, who was drinking gravy from a styrofoam cup he got in the KFC located in Kmart.  His description of the ambience of Kmart as a store that always looks like "it was just attacked by a flash mob" brought a chuckle of recognition. Food: A Love Story, had me laughing all the way through it, and as I was reading in on the treadmill (Gaffigan would disapprove of this- exercise, I mean), my fellow exercisers would look at me as if I was a little crazy. (Note: laughing while reading on a treadmill can be dangerous. If you get doubled up with laughter, you can potentially fall. Not that that almost happened to me.) Serious foodies may take offense, but Gaffigan is a comedian who has found his niche in poking fun of his eating habits, and most of us can find something to relate to in this humorous book. He also loves his family (I adored his section about taking each child individually to his favorite deli, Katz's), and I got some great ideas on where to eat. (And anyone who believes that Shake Shack has the best burgers in world is my kinda guy.) If you need a good laugh, and like to eat, (which is, like, everybody) Food: A Love Story, is for you.
beachgirl68 More than 1 year ago
Jim Gaffigan is hilarious. His description of different types of foods and why we should like or not like them and the stories about Food will leave you laughing. This book is an easy read; You can read a chapter when you have just a short break. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes to laugh and loves food.
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JamieLittle More than 1 year ago
If you've ever watched any of Jim Gaffigan's comedy shows, you know he has quite the obsession with food. His bit on Hot Pockets has got to be one of his most popular rants.  After the success of his first book Dad is Fat, Jim quickly jumped into writing his latest masterpiece Food: A Love Story. This book is full of his take on food and all things food related.  From dividing the US into sections based upon their signature foods to his take on Kale, this book will have you laughing out loud ...and nodding in agreement many times. :) Reading this book is like watching one of his comedy routines, but actually having the time to digest each piece before moving on to the next (pun intended.) I enjoyed laughing my way through this book just as much as I enjoy laughing my way through his routines on DVD.  If you're a fan of Jim's comedy, this book is a must read!  Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for this review. All thoughts are my own and I was not required to write a positive review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you love food and love Gaffigan's stand-up, read this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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