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“No Mom, it really doesn’t cause acne.”
My name is Don Day and I am a chocoholic. I have been clean now for 11 hours and 35 minutes. I have not touched a single brown beauty since I lay in bed last night reading Like Water For Chocolate and hoovered the entire 250 gram bar of Cadbury’s Fruit & Nut that...
“About as perfect as a lunch can be.”
I wrote this in March during the days when we first added the word covid to our vocabulary. With restaurants locking their doors, the timing certainly wasn’t right for a rave review. Now, those doors are opening again in San Miguel de Allende, so here it is. Those...
I’m so sorry. But my favorite chile isn’t Mexican.
Shishito
Three Mexicans I’m Missing.
In Mexico, I drink a lot of Mexican wine. In Canada, where I’m holed up these days, I drink none. Not one single bottle. Despite what you may hear about the international success of Mexican wineries, there is only one winery that I know of who has distribution here,...
I don’t care what you call it. I still like tilapia.
My Kiwi Neighbor: “We have a different name for that fish in New Zealand.” Don Day: “Oh yeh. What do you call it there?” My Kiwi Neighbor: “Cat food.” I rarely eat tilapia. It’s not that I don’t like the taste. I just don’t like the treatment. Because tilapia don’t...
“OK, I’m ready for ramen. But which one?”
I think it might be the toughest decision to make in the whole wide world of dining. Just pick up the menu in almost any ramen restaurant and you’ll find at least ten, maybe twenty different ramens to choose from. You’ll see words like shio and shoyu, hakate and...
“I’ve got what in my mouth?”
I wrote what’s written below back in early March when San Miguel de Allende was still open for business. The “gentlemen who lunch” met at Crow that day to experience two very different but very tasty cantina specialties that are virtually impossible to find anywhere...
The pizza that people like me forget.
Pizza restaurants are like sports teams. Almost everyone has a favorite. Almost everyone cheers for their favorite. And almost everyone likes to tell other pizza lovers why their favorite should also be your favorite. I eagerly watched a discussion...some might say a...
My favorite San Miguel taco. Without the trip to a taco stand.
They’ve never been places I’d purposefully go out to. They’re more places I’d just end up at when I’d go out. And, most often...which was very often...after a drink or two or maybe three. I’m talking about taco stands. The most basic yet the ultimate Mexican dining...
