Feels like home again. At Firenze.

Feels like home again. At Firenze.

I had no one to blame but myself. Oh sure, I could blame that mean and nasty Covid. But Covid hadn’t really been that nasty to me for over a year. I guess it was what’s been plaguing mankind since creation. That wanting to taste the latest instead of sticking to the...
El Terco. Tacos before sundown.

El Terco. Tacos before sundown.

I turned the corner at Refugio, with those buds on my tongue wishing that Tio Carlos’ taco stand might have changed its hours. But no, it was all boarded up just like all of the other afternoons. I wasn’t surprised. And I already had Bahn Mi and a mystery meat...
Your invitation to a special French dinner.

Your invitation to a special French dinner.

You may know about Don Day, the foodie. But you may not know that, in addition to eating and drinking, I have another obsession. Between meals, I enjoy doing things like pruning and planting, hoeing and sowing. Yes, Don Day has two very, very green thumbs and, in San...
Caught red-handed. At Los Originales.

Caught red-handed. At Los Originales.

There are a lot of Mexican dishes I miss when I’m living the other half of my double life in Canada. But none more than tacos al pastor. In my opinion, there is no taste so simple yet so complicated anywhere else in Mexican cuisine. The term al pastor can be defined...