From Publishers Weekly
First-time novelist McCouch adds an intriguing element to an otherwise typical contemporary romance plot: she takes readers inside the New York restaurant scene, where men rule the kitchen and a female sous-chef is seen as a glorified hostess. A graduate of Le Cordon Bleu, 28-year-old Layla Mitchner dreams of becoming a chef, but has to settle for working garde-manger-in layman's terms, tossing salads. When her chauvinistic boss, Noel, refuses to let her move up the restaurant ladder, Layla quits her job and takes a hard look at her life outside of the kitchen-she can barely pay her bills, has major problems with her quasi-famous actress mother and hasn't been on a date in months. She allows herself to be fixed up with Dick Davenport, an upstanding guy whom she quickly dismisses because he wears loafers with tassels. She then falls for sexually adventurous Frank (his black work boots pass muster). At first Layla believes she's in heaven, but an excess of quality time with Frank during a weekend away finds her reconsidering: "What I say I want is true love, just like every other human being on the planet. I want men on their knees holding little blue Tiffany's boxes. So why am I here in this two-bit motel getting handcuffed by Frank?" A number of chance run-ins with Dick remind her of his virtues, while a bit of rsum-doctoring promises that her career might revive as well. The ending is a bit abrupt, but this light and witty fare will leave chick-lit fans sated.
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Review
“Like an athletically inclined Bridget Jones with walk-in freezers and more edge . . . [McCouch] gives the reader the sense of peeking inside the world of professional cooking.”
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USA Today
“Highly entertaining . . . Hannah McCouch blends equal parts humor and sass to serve up a voyeuristic behind-the-scenes look at the male-saturated world of professional cooks and chefs, proving once and for all that women do belong in the (professional) kitchen.”
—JILL A. DAVIS, author of
Girls’ Poker Night
“Delightful . . . [McCouch’s] characters are hilarious.”
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Newsday
“Satisfying . . . Layla’s adventures are served up toasty warm with a sassy drizzle of Manhattan romance.”
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The Tampa Tribune
“[A] tart and spicy roman à chef . . . a dishy romantic comedy.”
—New York
Daily News
“McCouch’s four-star narrator, line cook Layla Mitchner, not only brings home the bacon and fries it up in a pan, she also slices the inflated male ego down to size with her laugh-out-loud, dead-honest commentary on Manhattan’s dog-eat-dog dating world.”
—CAITLIN MACY, author of
The Fundamentals of Play
“Mixing equal parts singleton in the city romantic adventures with behind-the-scenes kitchen action sequences, McCouch comes up with a recipe for literary success.”
—Elle.com
“[
Girl Cook] could be described as the kitchen grunt’s version of
The Nanny Diaries.”
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Vogue
“[A] raunchy tale of overheated kitchens and blendered hearts.”
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The Miami Herald