Chris Cosentino's Insults Cut Deep
Chris Cosentino is the best there is at what he does, although what he does isn't very nice: he's a chef famous for using every part of the carcass. That's one trait that works out better in person, because on paper, it sounds like the line of the news report that comes before "Police noticed a strong smell coming from the basement."
Wolverine is also the best there is at what he does, although these days, that is mostly to be dead. Still, there was a time when he made Marvel a lot of money based on the concept of "What if Jack Nicholson was a short samurai who couldn't control his temper?"
The chef and the broodiest X-Man came to team up because Marvel's resident talent scout, C.B. Cebulski, is quite a culinary savant. He and Cosentino became friendly over food fandom. So if you want to break into comics, learn to bake kidney pie is my recommendation.
Adamantium has got to score the daylights out of stainless steel, though.
Wolverine and Cosentino are best pals. This is not an outlandish premise, considering both men are handy with blades, can easily locate kidneys, and are able to recuperate from traumatic internal injuries. If Wolverine was going to form a kinship with any person not blue or telepathic, it would be Cosentino, probably.
When ol' Wolvie traipses across a murder in San Francisco, he heads to his buddy's restaurant to ask for expert knowledge of butchery. The two track a serial killer to a food truck where human meat is the secret menu item. You get to watch a guy kill naked mutant women too, if that's your thing.
Art-wise, I would bet you lunch that this is the first Marvel Comic to be inked with a fine-point Sharpie.
It was also completely printed on thin strips of cow femur, so as not to waste anything.
Crazypants rating: 7.75
The craziness? It's honestly hard to begin when you have a story about Logan suddenly being best bros with the winner of Top Chef Masters.
First, Wolverine is a homicidal maniac, yet he and the medical examiner know less about dismembered humans than a celebrity chef. Either competition in the restaurant industry is worse than ever, or we've just learned a little too much about San Francisco's only plan to solve its homeless crisis.
Also, what the hell is happening to that honing steel?