Climb on up. For a first class, cross country taco tour.

Climb on up. For a first class, cross country taco tour.

I must admit I didn’t like Consentido much at first. “It’s not really our kind of place”, said Don Day’s Wife. And she was right. It’s hard to get cozy and comfortable in somewhere the size of a barn. I’m not exactly big on monstrous TV screens staring down at me...
I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

And then I went to Marco’s. Well it’s not really called Marco’s. The actual name of the restaurant is Fiamma. But it seems everyone is calling it Marco’s so I’m calling it Marco’s. And why are they and I calling it Marco’s? It’s because the restaurant is a total...
A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

Don Day doesn’t drive. 55 years ago the world was deemed a better place if Don Day never again sat behind the wheel of any car unless there was a neon sign close by that included the word “bumper”. You see, Don Day ran into things. Not people or even other cars. Just...
Deliver De Burger De Sooner De Better.

Deliver De Burger De Sooner De Better.

It’s about a once-a-week occurence for Don Day’s Wife and I to have food delivered. We order pizza. A lot. We order Chinese. Quite a bit. We order Thai food and fried chicken. Occasionally. But in the 26 years (I think it’s 26…I hope it’s 26) that Don Day’s Wife...
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....

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