From working sixty-hour weeks in windowless kitchens and being the only woman in the changing room to the pure thrill of a busy service, falling in love with other chefs and cycling home through a city bubbling over with potential, Slutty Cheff's misadventures in food and sex are about experiencing and embracing life to the fullest.
Sexy, frank, delectable ... The experiences she recounts in Tart are recent, raw and fresh; and her voice is unfiltered, rather than honed by decades of reflection and obsessive editing. This book feels as unstudied and intimate as an impromptu supper thrown together for friends at home after the pubs close ... Gimlet eye ... Slutty keenly dissects the male egos around her ... A book about appetites, elegant and refined at times, at others visceral and heartfelt and crude. It’s a Rabelaisian romp, a dive into no-holds-barred gourmandise.
Its chapters are short and to the point, yet Cheff also has a driving narrative style ... Tart is what M.F.K Fisher might have written had she been born today. It’s an instant, hedonistic culinary classic.
