Don Day is a foodie. And foodies will endure 110 degree heat, plastic tablecloths, obnoxious company, dust storms, stinging insects, rock hard benches, dirt floors and chipped plates for an interesting, exciting or unusual meal. But once in a while, not too often mind...
His name is Antonio and I’ve never been too sure whether I wanted him back in town or not. He’s the kind of guy that usually threatens other men. He’s one of these new-fangled marketing symbols designed to sell wine to that new-fangled generation of...
You’ve probably seen the greeting card. There are two very sophisticated looking women in their late thirties talking to each other over cocktails. The one is saying to the other, “Oh my God, I forgot to have children.” Don Day was reminded of it this week when...
Yesterday Don Day had a croissant for lunch. Then he had another croissant. And another croissant. And one more croissant. Then two more croissants. And still another croissant. And one final croissant. Don Day had a little justification. My friend Rich and I had...
Skipped the light fandango? Of course, Don Day had done that while in his early teens. But done the strong Fritanga? No, it had somehow escaped me. Can you believe it. A guy approaching 70 years old and he’d never ever been on a Fritanga. I thought I must be the...
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