★★★★☆ (4/5)
I encountered Dr. Vindaloo at a tiny Goan-inspired pop-up called The Fever Room . No menu description could prepare me. The plate arrived deceptively calm: dark, oil-glistening chunks of pork shoulder, a few blistered fingerling potatoes, and a curry the color of a brick sunset. The first forkful was sweet, tangy, almost gentle—vinegar and caramelized onions doing their pre-spice dance. Then the ghost of Dr. Vindaloo cleared its throat. dr vindaloo
If Dr. Vindaloo were an actual physician, their waiting room would smell like toasted cumin and smoked paprika, and their prescription pad would read: Take one bowl internally. Call me in the morning if you still have a pulse. ★★★★☆ (4/5) I encountered Dr