“Suckin’ on a chili dog outside the Tastee-Freez.” It wasn’t John Mellencamp playing when I walked into Chilli Billy. It was Jackson Browne and “Running On Empty”. Which was exactly how my stomach was feeling after foolishly (OK, stupidly) neglecting to eat...
I’ve seen crèpes suzette, bananas foster and cherries jubilee. I’ve seen desserts that bubbled, that sparkled, that smoked. But I’d never seen anything quite like this. We’d already had five courses. But we’d split them. And there were three of us. So there was...
Through most of my 18 winters in San Miguel de Allende, finding good sushi has been a battle. And, usually, a losing battle. Those days though may now be over. More and more Mexico City money is coming to town and that money is being used to open new restaurants on an...
“I know you’ve written about it before. But you’ve got to write about it again. Nobody reads what you wrote three years ago. When it’s this good it deserves repeating.” Don Day’s Wife said that. In a tone of voice that could be almost called raised. We were at Hank’s...
I had to look up the word bulla. A noun, female, said the 2021 Word Reference Dictionary, best translated as ruckus, commotion, racket, uproar. Interesting. I wondered if I’d soon be raisin’ a ruckus about the new San Miguel restaurant with the unlikely name of Bulla...
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