So there we were strolling down Salida a Celaya, sauntering our way from bar one to bar two, minding our own damn business, and POW!!! They hit us right in the eyes. Two of them. Obviously targeting our dated and dilated pupils. The first was “cochinita”, the second...
I like cocktails. I have one almost every evening. At around 5:00 pm. Actually it’s more like exactly at 5:00 pm. And yes, I’ve been known to watch the little hand take forever to get to that number five. I’m not sure where it came from, but somehow in my brain...
”Let’s do the time warp again.” We walked into the place singing a little Rocky Horror ditty. 13 years had gone by and nothing had changed. The same whitewashed walls in a room best described as a garage. The same mismatched furniture. The same in-your-face...
I’d lost touch with Maria. I’m not sure who was the most to blame. Maria for moving so often. Or me for not hunting her down. She’d always been one of my favorite San Miguel chefs. And, when it came to putting value on a plate, there may have never been anyone better...
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” Oscar Wilde Every morning I get an email from a Facebook site. It carries the not so catchy headline: [CivilSMA1] Civil San Miguel de Allende, formerly Civil SMA...
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