The only other book I have read of Anthony Capella is The Various Flavours of Coffee. The book had strong characters as well as involved certain political activism that made the story impactful and ended without any flattery. On the other hand, The Food of Love was the complete opposite.
The portrayal of characters, especially women, looked amateur. Of course, if you want to be bombarded by flavors of Italian cuisine, read it simply focussing on the recipes and gastronomic journeys that are written throughout the book. But I wasn’t impressed with the story. Halfway through and more, I felt the story is stretched and couldn’t wait for it to end soon. It filled my mouth with culinary imagination as an outsider but did little to deliver a good story. A light read; but cheesy for my taste!