This is a nice tale of gluttony and death, a parable of some sort. However, I felt that near the end, the platitudes of a detective story were becoming too apparent for what is essentially a non-detective story.
Upfront, I was expecting more from this book and when I finished it I felt a bit disappointed. However, since then I have discussed the story with a friend (who recommended it to me in the first place :-)) and found that there was more into it than I first thought. Perhaps I should reread it one day.
Some thoughts from the book will remain with me however, like the statement that gastronomy is the greatest form of art, since it's the only one where `destruction equals admiration'. :-)