I come to praise Caesar. In the middle of Mexico.

I come to praise Caesar. In the middle of Mexico.

We Canadians apparently drink about 400 million of them a year. The rest of the world combined apparently drinks only 150 million. I’ve always been bewildered as to why. Their loss, our gain, I guess. I’m talking about the caesar or, as its sometimes known, the bloody...
One of my favorite Mexican dishes. And where it got its start.

One of my favorite Mexican dishes. And where it got its start.

I had been starving for a new Mexican cookbook for quite a while. Yet there it was. Sitting on that virtual shelf of my local library. Easily discovered in the cuisine section of their e-books selection since last year. The title was My Mexico City Kitchen. Not the...
“No Mom, it really doesn’t cause acne.”

“No Mom, it really doesn’t cause acne.”

My name is Don Day and I am a chocoholic. I have been clean now for 11 hours and 35 minutes. I have not touched a single brown beauty since I lay in bed last night reading Like Water For Chocolate and hoovered the entire 250 gram bar of Cadbury’s Fruit & Nut that...
“About as perfect as a lunch can be.”

“About as perfect as a lunch can be.”

I wrote this in March during the days when we first added the word covid to our vocabulary. With restaurants locking their doors, the timing certainly wasn’t right for a rave review. Now, those doors are opening again in San Miguel de Allende, so here it is. Those...
I’m so sorry. But my favorite chile isn’t Mexican.

I’m so sorry. But my favorite chile isn’t Mexican.

I’m a home team guy as much as anyone. I root for the red, white and green as often as some homegrown Mexicanos. I still think Lorena Ochoa was a better golfer than Annika. Plus I’ve read enough scientific papers to be convinced that Mexico and, more specifically, an...
Three Mexicans I’m Missing.

Three Mexicans I’m Missing.

In Mexico, I drink a lot of Mexican wine. In Canada, where I’m holed up these days, I drink none. Not one single bottle. Despite what you may hear about the international success of Mexican wineries, there is only one winery that I know of who has distribution here,...
I don’t care what you call it. I still like tilapia.

I don’t care what you call it. I still like tilapia.

My Kiwi Neighbor: “We have a different name for that fish in New Zealand.” Don Day: “Oh yeh. What do you call it there?” My Kiwi Neighbor: “Cat food.” I rarely eat tilapia. It’s not that I don’t like the taste. I just don’t like the treatment. Because tilapia don’t...
“OK, I’m ready for ramen. But which one?”

“OK, I’m ready for ramen. But which one?”

I think it might be the toughest decision to make in the whole wide world of dining. Just pick up the menu in almost any ramen restaurant and you’ll find at least ten, maybe twenty different ramens to choose from. You’ll see words like shio and shoyu, hakate and...
“I’ve got what in my mouth?”

“I’ve got what in my mouth?”

I wrote what’s written below back in early March when San Miguel de Allende was still open for business. The “gentlemen who lunch” met at Crow that day to experience two very different but very tasty cantina specialties that are virtually impossible to find anywhere...
The pizza that people like me forget.

The pizza that people like me forget.

Pizza restaurants are like sports teams. Almost everyone has a favorite. Almost everyone cheers for their favorite. And almost everyone likes to tell other pizza lovers why their favorite should also be your favorite. I eagerly watched a discussion…some might...