In Taipei, a steaming bowl of beef noodle soup taught Gina that some broths are worth rearranging your whole itinerary for.
Montreal Handed Me a Plate of Gravy and I Forgot to Be Polite About It
Gina chases the smell of hot fries and melting cheese curds through Montreal and finds out why poutine is Quebec’s proudest mess.
Palermo Handed Me a Golden Orb and I Forgot My Own Name
Gina wanders the Vucciria market in Palermo and falls hard for a crispy, saffron-gold ball of rice that turns out to be a whole history lesson in disguise.
Port of Spain Slipped Me a Doubles and Ruined Breakfast Forever
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.