John Feffer.

In Edible Rex, John Feffer taps into a very tangible phenomenon: the power of a food memory.

Whether it be that first childhood taste of exotic-seeming (if in hindsight, crappy) Chinese food from the local, kung pao-tastic buffet, or a seven-course gastronomic extravaganza experienced in a foreign land, both sort of experiences inform Edible Rex, a thoughtful Fringe meditation on the journey to discover The Perfect Meal. It’s not Feffer’s journey alone: though Edible Rex is a one-man, semi-autobiographical show, Feffer plays not only himself, but his meticulous psychologist father who makes roasting a chicken a lifelong goal, as well as a turn-of-the-century French chef that history forgot, Alexis Soyer.

Edible Rex could use a little trimming (the number of short segments which make it up reach past a dozen). Of Feffer’s three characters, it is Feffer himself who is the most engaging, though his father also provides some amusement and poignancy — the scenes with Soyer often come off as tangential and rely too much on exaggerated accent humor.

But the food-obsessed (this author included) will no doubt find plenty to connect with in Edible Rex, and it’s hard not leave with a desire to treat your daily meals in celebratory, Feffer-style terms: after all, I may only have about 54,750 more of them to go.

Edible Rex has one more performance at the Goethe-Institute on July 24. Tickets and additional details are available online.