Hey Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do.

Hey Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do.

Four different people had sent me emails about this new restaurant. But the name of it. Fit&Pig. What the aitch was a fit and pig? Maybe some obscure Mexican food reference? Maybe something like the obscure (to me) ten ten pie? Anyway, one of those four emailers...
Can our local sparklers compete with a Spanish Cava?

Can our local sparklers compete with a Spanish Cava?

Underneath our staircase, you’ll find a wine rack and, in that wine rack, you’ll usually find it about half full of chubby bottles topped with foil and wire. These bottles contain Don Day’s Wife’s all-time, without-a-doubt, very best favorite beverage. Sparkling...
My must-have moussakas. In San Miguel.

My must-have moussakas. In San Miguel.

Long before the words “all” and “inclusive” were hyphenated, I journeyed from Toronto to an almost undiscovered little town called Rethymnon on the island of Crete. I was dreaming that someday the island might be my home. I was madly, deeply in love with Greek food...
This KFC ain’t like that KFC.

This KFC ain’t like that KFC.

“Welcome home”, said the woman in the monogrammed mask, as we walked through the glass doors into Kenten’s S.M.A. “Welcome home”, I thought. Do I know this woman? Have I been here before? How drunk was I? It was almost two hours later, heading out through those same...
Yes, my darling, it’s incredible, how this dish is unphogettable

Yes, my darling, it’s incredible, how this dish is unphogettable

I’d been back in San Miguel for two weeks and I was pining, a word that The Oxford Dictionary defines as “suffering a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart”. Well maybe it wasn’t quite a broken heart. Because I know, from that Bee Gees...