This month’s wine-pairing dinner.

We have spent some very special evenings in some very special places over the years that I’ve had the pleasure of organizing San Miguel’s small plates/wine pairing dinners. We have enjoyed wines from Spain, Argentina, Greece, Sicily, Chile and the west coast of...

Ravin’ about ramen.

Gourmet food courts. They’re usually called Mercado This or Mercado That in Mexico. The concept originally sounded absolutely amazing to me. Take a few good chefs making a lot of the world’s best dishes and put them all in one place sharing tables and chairs, sharing...

A slice of Italian history arrives in San Miguel.

Despite a couple of nasty tantrums and my screeching “but I don’t want to go”, in 1956, my family emigrated from Britain to Canada. I remember those first few days of school. Kids making fun of my accent, laughing at me because I pronounced it “larfing”. There was...

For perhaps my first time. Paella Valenciana.

I tried to guess how many times I’d had paella in my life. My estimate was somewhere around 100. Then I tried to remember how many times the restaurant had called it Paella Valenciana. That was more difficult to remember but my guess was somewhere around half of the...

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This month’s wine-pairing dinner.

We have spent some very special evenings in some very special places over the years that I’ve had the pleasure of organizing San Miguel’s small plates/wine pairing dinners. We have enjoyed wines from Spain, Argentina, Greece, Sicily, Chile and the west coast of...

read more

Ravin’ about ramen.

Gourmet food courts. They’re usually called Mercado This or Mercado That in Mexico. The concept originally sounded absolutely amazing to me. Take a few good chefs making a lot of the world’s best dishes and put them all in one place sharing tables and chairs, sharing...

read more

A slice of Italian history arrives in San Miguel.

Despite a couple of nasty tantrums and my screeching “but I don’t want to go”, in 1956, my family emigrated from Britain to Canada. I remember those first few days of school. Kids making fun of my accent, laughing at me because I pronounced it “larfing”. There was...

read more

For perhaps my first time. Paella Valenciana.

I tried to guess how many times I’d had paella in my life. My estimate was somewhere around 100. Then I tried to remember how many times the restaurant had called it Paella Valenciana. That was more difficult to remember but my guess was somewhere around half of the...

read more

Affable guys. Affordable wines.

I’m not sure how long I’ve known Boris Olvera and Larry Le Mieux. Probably going on ten years. Over those years, Chef Boris has fed me fine barbacoa, taught me how to make a Veracruzana sauce, and chased after free range chickens with me. These days, he and his friend...

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The day Don Day’s Wife went bottomless.

I’m mostly from Canada but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in Canada. In the U.S. though, it’s apparently a major marketing tool, the endless mimosas promised by restaurants for the pleasure of attending their Sunday brunch. I like Sunday brunch. I like mimosas. I...

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Birria and ramen. A marriage made in San Miguel.

“What brought you in to the restaurant?”, said the well-dressed woman at the doorway to the kitchen. “Was it the sign? I hope it was the sign.” Aaah, the power of advertising. Some bold, all upper-case typography. Wrapped inside a sunshine-colored border. And those...

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Getting juiced on Mexican fruit. At Ojo de Agua.

I’m a meat and potatoes guy. But I’m also a nosey guy. So even though I don’t eat a lot of fruit, there are some fruits I’ve always been dying to try. Simply because I’m an inquisitive foodie. You might have been there. Walking through a Mexican fruit and veg market...

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