So there I was, walking down Hernandez Macias, on my way to Kenny’s for some Buffalo wings and one of his fully-loaded caesars and in the distance I see a sheep. Could it be, I thought, could it really be? I’ve been lamenting a lot lately, desperately missing El Pato,...
Give a man a fish and you’ll feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you’ll feed him for a lifetime. Show a man where to buy fish and he won’t have to spend the rest of his life in a rowboat drinking beer. I rarely eat tilapia. It’s not that I don’t like the...
So there we were in the Mexican state of Guerrero, perhaps the world capital of pozole, and I had two mysteries to solve. First, how did Thursday become the traditional day to enjoy pozole? Second, where in Zihuatanejo would I find the best? I may have solved the...
I thought I was back on Queen Street in Toronto last night. It wasn’t just that we were the only people over the age of 40. There was a buzz, a vibe, an energy, an atmosphere that you don’t see in San Miguel restaurants unless you go out at close to midnight which we...
It’s difficult for me to remember anything my father and I had in common during my early teen years. Except perhaps one thing that united us. We both disliked almost all foods that came in any shade of green. Yet, on almost every day of my adolescence, my mother...
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