Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

When Don Day and Don Day’s Wife retired, they began to forget what day it was. Except maybe for the days when they are in Toronto. And especially if those days are a Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday. Because those days, in order, are their sushi, ramen and pho for...
Fabulous food. In a restaurant you may never have heard of.

Fabulous food. In a restaurant you may never have heard of.

Though Don Day has problems remembering things that happened eleven minutes ago, he does remember something that happened eleven years ago. Don Day’s Wife and I were coming to San Miguel de Allende for the first time in our lives and the owners of the house we...
You don’t have to be Jewish to love La Frontera.

You don’t have to be Jewish to love La Frontera.

Don Day apologizes but he just can’t start a blog about matzo ball soup without a tall Jewish tale. A prominent and respected Jewish businessman died, and the community was gathered in the synagogue to honor him. The rabbi intoned solemnly, “Our dear...

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