The night Don Day thought he was 20 again.

The night Don Day thought he was 20 again.

OK. I’m not exactly their target audience. I have grandchildren who aren’t exactly their target audience. But it was one of those early December days when the sunset seduces you into the night and guilt makes it impossible to do another slovenly slouch on the couch....
Mexican wines featured at the new and very improved Grille Torres.

Mexican wines featured at the new and very improved Grille Torres.

About three and a half years ago, I was shopping in the Mercado de San Juan de Dios when, across Avenida Guadalupe, a sign caught my eye, a classy looking sign, with the words Grille Torres. The menu persuaded me to stay for lunch and I had some imaginatively-prepared...
Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

I’ve always had mixed opinions about brunch. It always seemed a little too haughty taughty to me. I always considered myself more of a Sunday morning sausage, bacon and eggs kind of guy. But when I learned that the term “brunch” was first used back in 1895 (in a...
Seven days. So seven burgers.

Seven days. So seven burgers.

“Wimpy: “I’d gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” There are a lot of juicy burgers in San Miguel. Fat Boy’s. Don Lupe. Bovine. Birdie’s. Hank’s. Berlin. But that’s only six. There are seven days in a week. And a lot of people lately have been telling me...