HUNGRY GERALD

John Dory isn’t a man. It’s a fish. The name comes from the French name for the fish—-“Jaune Doree” (golden fish)—anglicized to “John Dory”. HG/BSK first tasted the fish in posh restaurants in Los Angeles and Vancouver, B.C. HG/BSK loved it–almost on a par with Dover Sole (the real Dover Sole caught in the Atlantic bordering Europe). Le Dome in Paris is famed for Dover Sole and the price is astronomical. Priced for oligarchs is the fresh Dover Sole flown to New York daily. HG/BSK are not oligarchs or travelers to Paris. So, HG/BSK have fish ecstasy with John Dory. It is not found in most supermarkets—it was a special at Fearless Fish in Providence, RI, a short drive from HG/BSK’s Central Falls loft. The seafood shop is renowned for fresh fish, smoked fish, seafood salads, pickled herring, oysters, etc. BSK bought three John Dory filets there yesterday.  BSK pan fried them in butter and olive oil, adding lemon juice and white wine for a sauce. BSK served the succulent John Dory with smashed potatoes and ratatouille. HG/BSK smiled as they ate. Yes, the John Dory was superlative –BSK liked it more than Le Dome’s Dover Sole which swims in a sea of butter, regarded by BSK as overkill, blunting the sea taste of the fish.  John Dory isn’t cheap (What is these days?) but it’s affordable. HG/BSK will rejoice when it appears at Fearless Fish (hope it’s often).