Dila’s. Serious Sri Lankan in San Miguel.

Dila’s. Serious Sri Lankan in San Miguel.

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...
Goodbye Loreto. Hello Afrodita.

Goodbye Loreto. Hello Afrodita.

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...
In search of good California reds. In Mexico.

In search of good California reds. In Mexico.

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...
Nicasio. Common things, done uncommonly well.

Nicasio. Common things, done uncommonly well.

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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