A dozen years of written reviews — the wings he calls the juiciest anywhere, the $3 skewer platter that wasn’t, a truffle nobody ordered and the coffee you should never add milk to.
A celebrity burger that disappointed, a dessert flight seven people didn’t love, a sandwich that flipped the verdict and a salad mistake handled so well it earned a toast.
Roger’s camera roll from the height of San Diego’s craft beer boom: brewery flights from Mission Brewery to Belching Beaver, a house IPA in Normal Heights and the cocktail bars in between.
A family weekend across the border from Hong Kong — a Teochew dinner Roger called his people’s cuisine, full Cantonese tables in Guangzhou, Yunnan food in Shenzhen and a decades-old bargaining ritual in Luohu.
Before the September diary there was a summer: a Tokyo stopover, Michelin dim sum that lived up to it, a ramen queue finally beaten, yum cha during a Signal No. 8 and the breakfast spot Roger called a favorite.
A winter trip that mixed famous names — Doughnut Plant, Carmine’s, Max Brenner — with fishball noodles in Chinatown, a French bistro in the Village and a Cuban dinner uptown.
A week in the Pacific Northwest, eaten in order: a Brussels waffle, a bison burger with a local IPA, smoked salmon Benedict, Laotian curry, Pike Place classics and the Vancouver hot dog Roger never skipped.
A cha chaan teng breakfast, late-night boat noodles, carbonara on a Sausalito bike ride, oysters from four regions and a crème brûlée cart on Market Street.
The $3.95 late-night steak at South Point, a 40-something-ounce ribeye at Pechanga, Northern Thai in Las Vegas, Roscoe’s in Long Beach and a Gordon Ramsay burger that did not deliver.
Roadside noodles in Phnom Penh, a bánh mì chased down on a bicycle and three meals picked by the locals who drove them — plus one very San Diego taco test.
Wood-fired Peking duck, a local craft brewery, a late dessert stop and back-to-back queues for soup dumplings — plus a first bowl of Lanzhou noodles in Guangzhou.
After the September travel posts, Roger’s Hong Kong camera roll turns local: a Michelin-starred dim sum line, a spicy chicken pot, a dai pai dong under tarps and the roast-meat shop his grandmother used to buy from.
Soup dumplings twice, dark beer and peanuts, a 118th-floor nightcap and a side trip to Phnom Penh — one month of Roger’s travel eating, in the order the photos were taken.