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My must-have moussakas. In San Miguel.
Long before the words “all” and “inclusive” were hyphenated, I journeyed from Toronto to an almost undiscovered little town called Rethymnon on the island of Crete. I was dreaming that someday the island might be my home. I was madly, deeply in love with Greek food...
This KFC ain’t like that KFC.
“Welcome home”, said the woman in the monogrammed mask, as we walked through the glass doors into Kenten’s S.M.A. “Welcome home”, I thought. Do I know this woman? Have I been here before? How drunk was I? It was almost two hours later, heading out through those same...
Yes, my darling, it’s incredible, how this dish is unphogettable
I’d been back in San Miguel for two weeks and I was pining, a word that The Oxford Dictionary defines as “suffering a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart”. Well maybe it wasn’t quite a broken heart. Because I know, from that Bee Gees...
The curtain rises again on Santiago y Macarena. Please take your seats for the second act.
It was a dazzling debut. Perhaps the best new restaurant to open in 2019. It had all the ingredients for success in San Miguel de Allende. Or anywhere else. Sophisticated but casual. Classy but cozy. Trendy but traditional. Elegant but not expensive. I only went to...
A superstar San Miguel chef now has his own show.
Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh To the city of gold near the sky Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh Where the troubles of life drift on by You don’t meet a lot of guys like J.J. Castañeda in San Miguel de Allende. He’s too big city, too fast talkin’, too street smart and,...
Give me this day, my daily bread.
So there I was, standing in arrivals at Mexico City airport, after five hours of being sardined into a middle seat, now standing and watching an empty carousel rotate for an hour. “I better go and try to put the brakes on the shuttle”, said Don Day’s Wife. “We’ll...
Oh how I’ve mished their mixiote!
After having been bunkered up in Toronto for far too many months, on my return to San Miguel de Allende, the very first restaurant I headed to was El Pato. I had been dreaming for weeks...no, make that months...about mixiote served by El Pato’s always welcoming Pilar...
What I’ll be eating on Christmas Eve. And what chef will be cooking it.
I can’t remember exactly when I first tasted bacalao but I think I already had a three as the first digit of my age. I don’t really know what took me so long either. There weren’t too many other dishes that hadn’t somehow landed on a plate in front of me. I think it...
The queen of Toronto tacos will soon be sharing some very tasty information.
Don Day’s Wife and I had a beef taco, a pork taco, a chicken taco and a fish taco for lunch today. And we’re not in San Miguel de Allende, not even in Mexico; we’re in Toronto, living in exile during these covid times. The woman who created the tacos for us has...
