A big shout out to the kitchen at Bulla Gastronómico.

A big shout out to the kitchen at Bulla Gastronómico.

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...
Cecina. Mexico’s way of making beef even better.

Cecina. Mexico’s way of making beef even better.

You’ll find it in quite a few countries. With quite a few different names. The one most internationally talked about is bresaola, the one from Northern Italy. The one I’m going to talk about is cecina, the one you’ll find here in Central Mexico. I decided to talk...
An extraordinarily talented chef has returned to San Miguel.

An extraordinarily talented chef has returned to San Miguel.

“Jason Malloff is about as close San Miguel comes to a rock star chef in this town and he’s built a solid fan base for Cafe Rama. A weekly email taunts me with what music to my mouth is on his current playlist. It works. About every two weeks, I’m at Cafe...
Holy mackerel, it’s sierra season.

Holy mackerel, it’s sierra season.

We had three very good reasons to be celebrating at Mario’s Mariscos Frescos. It was the restaurant’s eighth anniversary. They had recently become the number one ranked San Miguel de Allende restaurant. And it was the start of the sierras arriving from Mazatlan....
In praise of pork. And Silveyra’s.

In praise of pork. And Silveyra’s.

Poor old pork. Always the bronze medalist. Always seeming to lag behind behind beef and chicken in the popularity poll, despite it often being half the price. That thought was spinning through my head again last week. I was lunching at the relatively new to San Miguel...
Bowled over by what came in this bowl.

Bowled over by what came in this bowl.

Lima and I got off to a rocky start. My first time there was when the restaurant was in San Miguel’s Mercado Carmen. I asked the very charming server to bring me the dish that the chef was most proud of. The chef’s recommendation was Linguine Huancaina with Cortes de...
“Holy Chicken!” Truth ain’t as tasty as fiction.

“Holy Chicken!” Truth ain’t as tasty as fiction.

Warning: Extreme discretion is suggested in reading the following. It may contain disturbing information unsuitable for carnivores and may result in unbridled vegetarianism. I was cruisin’ Amazon Prime. Looking for that one murder mystery I might have missed. Maybe...
Paletas. The icy, spicy Mexican delight.

Paletas. The icy, spicy Mexican delight.

When I was a little kid, I was raised mostly by my grandparents. And, when I was a little kid, I had a favorite treat. It was called an ice lolly. And it combined fruit juice, sugar and this amazing invention called ice. Now this invention may not seem particularly...