Whatever about the coke binges, groupies, and embarrassing late night behavior of incredibly famous people. Let’s hear about the food! Franz Ferdinand frontman Alex Kapranos has written this book about … eating. Kapranos is a smart dude, and he’s an angular new waver who enjoys a well-cut suit, so he obviously knows his Chateauneuf du Pape from his Beaujolais-Nouveau. This thing reads just like you’d think, melodramatic but intelligent, with lines like “disappointment ripples along the queue like a domino rally” describing a sweet dough booth in Prague. Here are our favorite bits:

• On eating pink and white marshmallows as a child: “I’ve learned a good trick with them – if you do a sort of sicky burp move with your stomach, you can bring them back into your mouth and chew them a second time. I like doing this because they taste different second time around.”

• On American breakfast: “The best thing ab out American breakfast is the bacon: thin strips of brittle, salty crunch that shame the watery, pink British rashers from a greasy spoon with their texture of cardoor-seal.”

• On his life as a food tourist/rock star: “This group has taken me around the world two and a half times. I’ve chipped my molars on tiny pearls from mussels in Brussels. I’ve been poisoned by mole from a Mexico City convent. I discovered that sea urchin is the only food I’ve ever put in my mouth and physically not beeen able to swallow, while sitting in the restaurant that was the setting for the Samurai sword slaughter in Kill Bill. I chewed alligator sausage in New Orleans, unable to leave the restaurant until the police had finished pouring tear gas into the apartment two floors above us to defuse a hostage situation.”