I love Tucci with his sharp dressing, passion for food and gorgeous TV series Searching for Italy, but after his excellent food memoir Taste, this book is boring and has a slightly depressing tone. I've heard all this thoughts on pasta before. He doesn't speak very nicely about his wife who arguably has a more interesting career as a literary agent. Boredom abounds on set, terrible restaurants in Rome are dismissed and we never really get any interesting detail about...anything. I think he has said all he ever has to say about food.
