The first time I met Dila was about ten years ago when he was working at the restaurant Chamonix on Recreo. He was a confident, outgoing guy with a toothy grin and an impressive knowledge of traditional fine French cuisine. I liked Dila right from the start. I liked...
It was like losing a close friend. One who was always there for you. Then suddenly they were gone. Without as much as a hasta luego. Without even a note left on their door. That door wasn’t far from the corner of Mesones and Collegio in San Miguel de Allende. And it...
I drink a lot of wine, an awful lot of wine, about three large glasses almost every day (and note that, after all those medical appointments, I don’t reveal exactly how large those glasses are). So I need some self-control on how much I spend. I need some rules and...
Entrepreneur. I think I wanted to be one from the very time I learned what the word meant. I remember the day I walked into The Ad Club. Someone came over to the bar and said, “Hear you left McLaren. Who picked you up?” “No one,” I said. “I went out on my own. Opened...
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