I don't think I've read a book that was so whiny and self-absorbed since I read Sean Astin's book. White is an Irish restaurant reviewer who doesn't cook. This comes up repeatedly since he seems to feel it needs to be justified. The first half of the book isn't terrible (not great, just not terrible). The second half of the book descends into a social conscious diatribe that's spewed across the pages in a stream-of-consciousness fashion that sometimes makes no sense at all.
FREX, he decries the movie Supersize Me for reasons I agree with, but later, as his social conscious kicks in and after a truly mind-numbing display of mental gymnastics, he decides the movie is actually on the right side. (That would be the side of the nanny state.)
There are one or two highlights such as the interview with Anthony Bourdain whose views of the politics of food were refreshingly broad after White's diatribe that the government needs to step in and force people to eat a healthy diet. (Which comes across as utter nonsense when one considers what he says about the powerful food lobbies.) I was also rather amused by the things he says about Bono, who White grudgingly admires. It's actually amusing because White is so clearly resentful (and I suspect green with envy) of his countryman's success.
Despite the inclusion of Bourdain and Bono, the biggest irony in the book is when he mentions the influence reporters, politicians and celebrities have on public opinion. The first two he sees as reasonable but the influence of celebrities seems inexplicable to him. And yet White--whose only claim to fame is whatever celebrity he's acquired as a restaurant critic--seems to think his voice is worth hearing.
In spite of all this, I finished the book. Much like Austin's book, it had the fascination of a train wreck.