Raspberry Surprise Crème Brûlée

One of my first restaurant memories is the crème brûlée at Kiki’s Bistro in Chicago. I can’t remember why, but I took a cab there by myself to meet the rest of my family, so I was clearly feeling very grown-up indeed. I announced that I would eat my own dessert and not need to split one anymore. My parents, to their credit, always encouraged us to eat as adults and thus did not blink at the proclamation. The crème brûlée arrived and, in my memory, was the size of a bathtub. I used my spoon