Even the subtitle is appropriately renegade, ‘A Cookbook of Sorts’.
The Canadian trio of authors on this book are David McMillan, Frédéric Morin and Meredith Erickson. Their restaurant has been hailed by many including my occasional travel buddy the great, late Tony Bourdain. You need to go to or be in Montreal to dine there. Worth a detour! I would love to get in some great house with a fantastic kitchen, a roaring fireplace, a feast being prepared following their recipes, and any number of the wines they have written about in this bawdy manifesto for good living. I would endure the inevitable hangover to also have the spectacular memories of the night. They might insist on cooking of course. I know the type! But that would be fine because I’d set up in the kitchen which is always a place I tend to roost. You get snacks in this setting that the clientele might not know about.
Go get your copy. It’s been out awhile and likely a bargain as the book industry skews that way. But you will not miss out. It is not like an athletic contest that once over is no longer a mystery. That is a beautiful thing about some art. And the way they look at life, is art.