I wish this book, The Table Comes First, didn't have to be a book. I wish it could be a dinner table, instead, with maybe six people sitting around it?not in a jammed-full New York restaurant where everyone is bellowing over the sound system but in somebody's home, where we've all been invited to eat and talk. And I wish Adam Gopnik were at the table, leaning forward intently as the plates come and go, yakking away happily about food and history and Paris and cookbooks and life, just as he does in these pages. Then the rest of us guests could jump in and interrupt him whenever we want, probably knocking over a wine glass in our enthusiasm: "What do you mean, there were no 'big books of recipes' before the 19th century? Hannah Glasse, 1747, indispensable for the next hundred years!" "You don?t really think our current food obsession is the 'father' of the obesity crisis, do you? People are getting fat from eating heirloom tomatoes?poverty and junk food have nothing to do with it?" "Good grief, Adam, listen to your own language?'men' don't invite 'girls' to dinner anymore, and they haven't since about 1972."
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