Publisher's Synopsis
A bracingly funny writer...Whether he's choking down dog stew in Korea or sipping cobra bile in China, Parker Bowles imbues his odyssey with self-deprecatory wit and sensitivity that make this travelogue a rare treat.--Entertainment Weekly
Tom Parker Bowles is a fiend for great flavor, and does not shy away from strange-looking, spicy, or otherwise dangerous foods whether in London or halfway around the world. Raised with a taste for fresh, simply prepared foods, he nevertheless was always intrigued by exotic foods, especially the kinds found in America--no Spanish or French food for him, thank you! A chili freak who always carries a bottle of Tabasco (People), Tom is no food snob. His journey took him from the potentially lethal--fugu, the infamous poisonous blowfish --to the merely nauseating to the unexpectedly delectable. As he traveled through Asia and Europe, guided by friends and locals, he warily ate dog, snake, insects, offal, and a variety of sea creatures. In the United States, he ignored warnings from those who knew better as he eagerly stuffed himself with much too much barbecue in Tennessee and some of the hottest of the hot sauces at The National Fiery Foods Show in New Mexico. Smart, stylish, erudite and hip in a sardonic, unmistakably limey sense--like a lost son of Nigella Lawson and Eddie Izzard (Radar), Tom Parker Bowles makes even a cringe-worthy meal worth the trip.
