I don’t know where the expression came from. I don’t think anybody does. But I do know the strange showbiz wish for good luck certainly applies to one of San Miguel’s fledgling new businesses. This new endeavor also solves one of life’s…well at least my life’s…biggest...
I didn’t say that. Jack Jacobs did. But Jack has tastebuds I implicitly trust so I knew I had to check the place out. Jack also said, “When it comes to Mexican beef, there’s no better cut than arrachera.” That I already agreed with. As most women will tell you, men...
Do you remember the scene in Shirley Valentine when Shirley decides she’s had enough with routine and feeds that night’s steak to the dog. I’ll never forget the line from husband, Joe: “I like chips and egg on a Tuesday. Today is Thursday. Where’s me steak?” Why will...
I’m a dyed in the wool fat beef guy. And I thought I’d be a died in the wool fat beef guy. Until recently. Recently, I spent two months at our second home in Toronto. And close to our Toronto home there are three butchers. And all three of those butchers now...
I love fortune cookies. I always have loved fortune cookies. I always will love fortune cookies. But I never eat them. To me they’re just like delivery trucks. It’s what’s inside that counts. Now I’m not saying that fortune cookies have a bad...
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