The story begins in a pre-Katrina New Orleans with two out of work line cooks sitting in a tree while getting drunk. This book is a big departure from Brite's earlier work. There was very little to no explicit sex or gore just lots of great descriptions of New Orlean's and food and life as a line cook (a job I'm glad I never tried out!).
The two out of work drunkards concoct a business idea that might actually work out, a liquor based gourmet restaurant. The book mainly concerns these two, their offbeat acquaintances and the trials and tribulations of starting a business from the bottom up. It was a good foodie read but I have to admit that I greatly miss the old over-the-top Poppy Z. Brite of days gone by.
I've been planning on reading this book since it came out (yep, I guess six years is about an average lag-time for me to get around to reading something.)
Of course I heard all about what a shocking departure this was from her earlier writing, blah blah...
Well, it's really not. (Shocking, or a departure).
No, it's not a horror novel, but the writing style is the same, and her protagonists are still two cute gay boys in New Orleans. This couple just happen to be chefs.
Obviously Poppy Brite found the world of her husband (a chef) interesting - and it is. It's a really charming, fun book with a fascinating view into the world behind the dining room. Wouldn't mind reading the next in the series.