When I think of my brother Ricardo, I remember how he went to Spain when he was 16 to visit our dad’s side of the family. “No one else makes grilled cheese like my brother.” Dad got defensive, of course, as he does when it comes to cooking. Ricardo Fernandez smiling for a photo in 2010. This is how I want to remember Ricardo — as a coconspirator on a quest to find some decent comfort food. AdvertisementAfter I found my dress, Ricardo took me to the Hat in Monterey Park for the biggest pastrami sandwich I’ve ever consumed.

Source: Los Angeles Times December 21, 2020 20:48 UTC