Chew is one of the best fucking comic books that I have read. Seriously.
It works like this: Written by John Layman and featuring the art of Rob Guillory, Chew is funny as hell, albeit in manner that surrounds itself with nastiness. Chew is violent, but has a heart. Chew is something of an investigative story, but saying that fails to do justice to what Chew really is, which is completely awesome.
See, Tony Chu is a cibopath. This means that he gets a psychic impression from whatever he eats: the history of the food is laid bare. Who prepared it, how it was prepared, how the animal or plant was slaughtered or treated with chemicals...all the way back. Anything he eats will give him that flash of history. Anything.
This is a world where poultry is illegal and when we meet him, Tony is working as a vice-cop investigating a black market chicken operation. Yes, there is a certain amount of absurdity played straight in Chew. Recruited from the Philadelphia PD into the special investigations division of the Food & Drug Administration (which has a crazy amount of authority here), Tony's world opens up and as such, so does ours.
I'm not sure Chew can be well described or well defined. Chew is its own thing. Chew is mind-blowingly awesome.
Right now there are only 19 issues published (three collections worth, plus change), so get in on it now. I believe there is a story arc planned to go 60 issues. You want to read this. You need to read this.