Just finished this last night while half-watching Dreamgirls. You may be familiar with Mr. Brite's work from her early short stories in the long-lamented Horror Show magazine, or more likely, the trio of Deep South goth/vampire novels written in the early-90's that singlehandedly ensorcelled a cult of Poppy that persists to this day much to the author's chagrin. Then she out-Cooper'd Dennis with Exquisite Corpse her grand guignol meditation on AIDS as viewed through the lenses of two serial killers both based on contemporary real-life miscreants.
For the past several years she's gone in a different direction while keeping the details and characters of her New Orleans vibrant: less
defenestration, more delectation. She's been writing about food.
Well, kitchen kulltur, really.
The Value of X
Liquor
Prime
Soul Kitchen
and the soon to be published, Dead Shrimp Blues
When reading Poppy's later works I'm reminded of Armistead Maupin (a reference she might despise) both for how easy her narratives
go down

and this golden thread of hospitality, of welcome when you enter the world of Rickey and G Man, two New Orleans chefs, their restaurant Liquor, and the travails of homelife and business in the city itself.
Poppy also maintains a blog at Livejournal where for the past year or so her readers have been offered an often-harrowing inside look at life post-Katrina, specifically, the obstacles her and her partner, a notable New Orleans chef in his own right, have faced rescuing their cats, finding housing, rehabilitating their beloved city.
All of which is to say that much of what Mr. Brite's detailed in her blog resonates within the pages of Soul Kitchen: also, her love for Moto and Alinea, her disdain of culinary gimmicry/fakery, and, above all, her relationship with her city, it's parishes, it's people, it's neighborhoods.
It's a shame that Brite's Liquor novels aren't readily-referenced when the topic of contemporary food writing comes up.
The Liquor books are great beach reads with all the entertainment value and languid, leisurely pleasure that entails.
Soul Kitchen's forward mentions that the novel was finished the night before Katrina hit. The follow-up Dead Shrimp Blues promises to evoke what came after.
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie