For a book about a restaurant owner's drastic search for an impossible recipe, and a tagline of "A mystery novel for foodies", there was very little food writing. Even the final recipe has very little description other than "it tastes like Cuba". Never fully revealed, and what was revealed was unsurprising (it wasn't smoked over Cuban cigars?)
I was repeatedly turned off by what the main character was willing to do and allow done to others in order to obtain the recipe, and the situations and writing were on a level of say an episode of TV from the early 80's, just plain ridiculous and hamfisted
Still, within the book was a love letter to Cuba. To the time capsule of an island that Castro constrained. There's this tug on me to travel to Cuba before it fully opens and there's a Starbucks and McDonalds on every corner. Where the author excels is in his detailed description of Cuba. The buildings, the people, their hopes and dreams, their thoughts on America, their thoughts pro and con about Castro, and most importantly the universal thoughts that we all have as human beings . . . What is happiness? How do you know if you've found it? What is missing in your life if you haven't found it?