The movie was as much about relationships as it was about food (no surprise there,) but the father/son interaction was completely endearing. I also found it refreshing to see a movie that portrayed a divorced couple who actually got along. It kind of showed the best-case scenario of an "amicable" split.
As in true life, not everything is a perfectly prepared dish of creme brule. We hit roadblocks. We get sidetracked. We settle. We get stagnant. We sometimes burn dessert to a crisp. Chef was an on-screen example of how easily we can fall into the trap of predictability and reliability at the expense of letting our passion dwindle. Who hasn't been there? Existing in a job that you just aren't feeling. This feel-good flick demonstrates that personal success stems often from doing something something small, but right rather than grand with apathy.
The cast was spot on and each role added a beneficial ingredient to the film as a whole. As a food blogger and huge user of social media, I cringed at the snide review by a food critic played by Oliver Platt (that's totally not my food-blogging style) and the aftermath. When my son heard the term "food blogger" he got excited and said, "Hey, that's what you are." I told him later that I'm a little different. I share information and accentuate the positive. Just had to let him know for the record that I wasn't a snobby chef-hater who would turn my nose up to a carefully-prepared molten chocolate lava cake.
I'd totally go back to see it again if it would hang out in the theaters a bit and if I were you I'd get there to see it while it is still in theaters. My one complaint is that I was starving by the time I'd finished watching them grill sandwiches of thinly sliced slow roasted meat on a crusty roll or artfully layer a plate of rare steak with vegetables and sauces. They should have been serving up risotto and Cuban sandwiches in place of popcorn.