It was the first bottle of wine I ever bought. A rosé. Turner’s Rosé. You see they didn’t ask for ID at the Turner’s shop. And Turner’s Rosé was $1.30 a bottle, the cheapest bottle of wine anywhere in town. I graduated to Mateus (loved the shape of the hip flask...
Who am I to diss a Brie I Cotija the world And the Feta cheese Everybody’s looking for Stilton When it comes to queso in Mexico, it’s definitely Cotija (ko-TEE-hah) for me. Because, plain and simple, I think Cotija is the best cheese in Mexico and, not only that, a...
I read almost everything written about Mexican cuisine. But there’s a problem with most of the English language books. They’re written primarily for the U.S. market and Mexican food prepared and eaten in the United States is different from Mexican food in Mexico. Let...
There are four things that are important when judging a restaurant. The food. The service. The ambience. The value. The relative importance of each though varies on who is doing the judging. I am a foodie and, as a foodie, I will tolerate leaky tin shacks, snottily...
The only Mexican cheesecake I’d found that I ever really liked was a hot pin up of Salma Hayek. Until a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t for lack of looking. Or trying. But I had decided that good cheesecake just didn’t exist in Central Mexico. It was always too dry. Or...
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