Break a leg, Microteatro San Miguel de Allende.

Break a leg, Microteatro San Miguel de Allende.

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...
“They have the best arrachera in San Miguel de Allende.”

“They have the best arrachera in San Miguel de Allende.”

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...
And now for something completely different. Salsabor.

And now for something completely different. Salsabor.

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...
An old dog. A new trick. And fortune cookies.

An old dog. A new trick. And fortune cookies.

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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