Gina chases the smell of curry and fry oil through Port of Spain and finds Trinidad’s beloved street breakfast, doubles, waiting for her on a folded piece of newspaper.
Santa Fe Handed Me a Bowl of Red and I Haven’t Been the Same
Gina chases the smell of roasting chile through Santa Fe and falls hard for carne adovada, a dish that turns pork into something downright holy.
Lima Squeezed a Lime and Rewired My Whole Palate
Gina heads to Lima’s coastline and gets humbled by a bowl of citrus-cured fish that tastes like the ocean showed up dressed for a party.
Old San Juan Handed Me a Mortar and I Never Looked at Plantains the Same
Gina wanders the blue cobblestones of Old San Juan and gets pulled into a kitchen where garlic, plantains, and a wooden mortar turn into something unforgettable.
Batumi Handed Me a Boat of Cheese and I Never Recovered
Gina chases a midnight photo all the way to the Black Sea coast and falls hard for a boat-shaped bread full of molten cheese and butter.
Chiang Mai Handed Me a Bowl and I Forgot How to Leave
A no-sign noodle cart in Chiang Mai gives Gina a bowl of khao soi so good she nearly missed her own dinner reservation for it.
The Coral Coast Handed Me a Coconut Shell and Changed My Lunch Forever
On Fiji’s Coral Coast, Gina learns why the freshest fish in the world doesn’t need a stove, just a lime, some coconut milk, and a little patience.
Charleston Slowed Down Just Long Enough to Feed Me
Gina wanders the cobblestones of Charleston and finds a bowl of shrimp and grits that explains the whole Lowcountry in one bite.
Lafayette Put a Roux in My Hands and Called It Home
Gina heads into the heart of Cajun country and finds that a pot of louisiana gumbo can hold a whole family tree.
Cape Town Tucked Something Spiced and Golden Into My Afternoon and I Never Fully Recovered
A sunlit Cape Malay kitchen, a dish that’s been simmering through centuries, and one forkful that rearranged Gina’s whole understanding of comfort food.