By Terry Trucco
Remember the scene in Ratatouille where a forkful of vegetable stew sends the grumpy restaurant critic into Proustrian raptures and transports him back to his carefree childhood?
Okay, the kedgeree at the Ace Hotel’s The John Dory Oyster Bar wasn’t quite like that. No childhood memories bubbled up (we weren’t big kedgeree eaters in Northern California). But I ate a lot of the stuff during the four years I lived in London. And I loved it. (more…)