In her first book, My Last Supper, Melanie Dunea transformed a pastime that has animated restaurants after hours for decades into a sumptuous photographic journey that provided a glimpse into the rarified world of top chefs. The book garnered national media and critical acclaim for the chic and beautiful package and the totally unique concept.In My Last The NextCourse, Dunea expands her circle from the highest echelons of chefs to include the best-loved food personalities such as Emeril Lagasse, Rachael Ray, Joël Robuchon, Tom Colicchio, and Bobby Flay to ask them the question that drove the first "What would you eat for your last meal on earth?"A perfect gift for anyone who loves food, beautifully produced with gorgeous photography, My Last The Next Course is so much more than a coffee table book—it's a fascinating glimpse into the world of people who eat, breathe, and sleep food. As the number of people who consider themselves foodies has exploded, this book is sure to capture the audience who loved the first one and captivate those who are new to the scene.
Beautiful black and white photography, some of my favorite chefs that I love to follow and very interesting answers to a few morbid questions. I reccomend this book to every foodie.
A really interesting concept, but not all of the chefs bought into or understood the concept. So some of them missed the mark completely, and others just didn’t give me enough personal detail. Telling me about the cooking process of your last meal is fine, but I want to know why you chose that.
This is a follow up to Dunea's first book about the last suppers of great chefs. I really loved that book and felt like this was a much weaker follow up. The photos, interviews, and personalities weren't as interesting at all as her first book. So many of them were vague or said "bread" as their final meal. Fine. Many of the photos were dark studio shots. Plus, she included my least favorite Food Network celebrity "chef" of all time into infinity, Rachael Ray. I hate that she is in the same book as Joel Robuchon.
The saving grace of this book is the thought-provoking nature of the question and the fact that she did include the only celebrity chef that has ever personally cooked a meal for me, Masaharu Morimoto, who I met when he cooked a meal for my husband and me on our honeymoon stop in Philadelphia.
Despite it's awkwardness - given that it's a coffee table book & thus not designed for comfortable reading - this book will make you hungry in a way that only people talking about something they love makes you love the thing they are talking about. Whether it's caviar, or fried chicken, mom's chocolate cake or perfect miso soup, the book will leave you with a craving. It's also lovely to see the faces behind the stories. So often, chefs are hidden away in their spaces - it's nice to see them, the way they want to be seen.
Basically what must have happened is that a bunch of very good chefs bitched and moaned about not being included in the first book, so Ms Dunea had to work on a follow-up. If that's the case, why does this book not feel as great as the original one? Together they make a nice coffe-table combo though, but the first volume alone would have sufficed. PS: This review reads like a 4 but it's actually a 3½.
Worth reading for the pictures alone because most of the food and wine I did not know! Definitely interesting, especially the recipes at the end that the chefs provide. Although the ones that are 3 pages long don't hold my interest.
The photos do not have the perfect food or perfect locations pictured. Just art-y pictures of the chefs unrelated to the content. Uses question and answer format. Low effort/high cost coffee table book.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE IT! I HAVE THE FIRST ONE AND BORROWED THIS FROM A FRIEND.... THE VISUALS, THE DREAMS AFTER READING, THE LOOKING UP THE MUSIC.......... SOOOOOOOOOO MEEEEEE!
Interesting. Think about what you would have for your last meal/drinks, where it would be, who you would invite, music? Beautiful book with recipes included of the chef's last meals.