The "food" that the title refers to is the seductive power of music, but this story of an ill-fated romance between a young man (Kevin Bishop) and a famous concert pianist (Paul Rhys) is so cliched that cheese is by far the dominant flavour.
Spanish helmer Ventura Pons chose to pen his own adaptation of David Leavitt's gay coming-of-age novel for his English language debut, and has to take most of the rap for the film's faults. These include paper-thin characters (Rhys plays the world-famous musician as some kind of monstrous, hair-flicking clone of Richard E. Grant), a detached style of direction better suited to the stage than the screen, and a script lazy enough to rely on coincidences to propel the story along. The main thing that sets this apart from most TV movies is a stirring classical soundtrack that the drama risibly fails to match.