[A] sexy, frank, delectable memoir One of the delights of Tart is a vivid, vicarious sense of being young and in love with food, with sex, with life and, most of all, with London itself. Tart is a book about appetites, elegant and refined at times, at others visceral and heartfelt and crude. It's a Rabelaisian romp, a dive into no-holds-barred gourmandise. But it's also a serious work; despite her rollicking spirit, Slutty Cheff isn't kidding around. Her real subject is the intersection of work and love, and what it means to have a true calling. Whether hers is writing, cooking or both remains to be seen, but I'll gladly stick around to find out.