The Americas

Gina chases the smell of hot fries and melting cheese curds through Montreal and finds out why poutine is Quebec’s proudest mess.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Gina wanders the cobblestones of Charleston and finds a bowl of shrimp and grits that explains the whole Lowcountry in one bite.

Gina heads into the heart of Cajun country and finds that a pot of louisiana gumbo can hold a whole family tree.

Gina lands in Oaxaca and falls completely apart over a single spoonful of mole negro — the darkest, most complex sauce she’s ever met in her life.

Gina follows the smoke to a roadside pit in Jamaica and discovers that jerk chicken isn’t a recipe — it’s a philosophy, a history, and the best thing she’s put in her mouth in years.

Gina follows the smell of coconut milk and dendê oil through the streets of Salvador and discovers the fish stew that stopped her clock completely.