Getting my goat.

Getting my goat.

Maybe it all started way back in the New Testament. This aversion people have to goats. Check out Matthew 25:32 and you’ll find: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:...
An open and shut case for these mussels.

An open and shut case for these mussels.

It’s not easy being a musselholic in the middle of a desert. It’s not so much that the restaurants serving mussels come and go. It’s that mussels come and go on their menus. I just tallied up the number of San Miguel restaurants whose mussels I’ve praised in the nine...
San Miguel’s very best restaurant.

San Miguel’s very best restaurant.

No, I’m not going to tell you which restaurant it is. You’re going to tell me. For it’s time again for the SMART awards. The annual event where I ask Don Day in SMA readers to tell me their favorite restaurant. SMART stands for San Miguel de Allende Readers Taste and,...
Pozole with what? Sardines?

Pozole with what? Sardines?

When I knew that a new restaurant had Pozole Verde Guerrero on their menu, I knew I wanted Jack Jacobs as my date. Jack had helped me lose my pozole virginity at La Alborada over on Sollano about ten years ago. And in case you don’t know, a guy introducing you to...
“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

Is there anyone else out there old enough to remember Marlene Dietrich singing that song in Destry Rides Again? I was humming it to myself the other day when Don Day’s Wife and I were having lunch at Chikatana. I was thinking how tough it must be for Aleysha Serrato...
Once a king.

Once a king.

I am an old guy. Older than about 95% of the world’s population. Which means I have had a greater opportunity to make mistakes in my life, have failures in my career, and perhaps have a few regrets about what I might have done or not done about them. There’s a movie...
Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...
Whatever happened to Jeremiah Tower?

Whatever happened to Jeremiah Tower?

I moved to San Francisco in 1998 and…forget Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge…there were two places I wanted to, not just go to, but experience: Chez Panisse and Stars. They were both restaurants and they had something very much in...

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