I had an old friend visiting this week. We go back a long way. To when “having a ball” meant owning a treasured piece of pigskin. And going long, up-and-down the avenue, was our favorite pastime. “Though a dragon lives for ever, not so little boys”,...
OK, Grille Torres is a little out of the way. But only a little. In fact, it’s only seven blocks from the jardin. I counted last week when I went for the cazón. I like Grille Torres. A lot. And it’s not exactly a foodie restaurant. Reasonably common dishes actually....
It was October 10 when I got the first email. October 11 when I got the second. There had been a sighting in San Miguel de Allende. On the top floor of Mercado Sano. And then a second sighting. And there I was in San Sebastian, Spain. It would be almost three weeks...
I used to love crêpes. I use to love crêperies. Everybody did in the seventies. We went to crêperies on dates. Crêperies had checkered tablecloths. Crêperies had candles in wine bottles. And most importantly, in those days, creperies had low prices. Two could go to a...
Masi Agricola produces not just some of the best Venetian wines, they produce some of the best wines in all of Italy. Their celebrated Amarones traditionally score in the nineties when judged by the critics. I was recently offered the opportunity to purchase cases of...
It had always been one of San Miguel’s best-looking restaurants. Right from the day a few years ago that an Argentinean couple converted it from a residence and moved their restaurant La Virundela there. But they couldn’t make a go of it. And neither could Laila Murra...
Paula Nunes is a volunteer. Virtually every time I’ve run into her she’s been volunteering. To help a person, a business, a charity, a cause. Last week she was invited to a dinner party being held at Casa Don Day and again she volunteered. This time to help a very...
“Waste not. Want not.” I heard those words at the dinner table at least twice a week from my mother when I was a young kid. But I don’t think I understood them. I know they never had much affect on me. Nor did the stories of rationing during the war or the starving...
A few weeks ago I came to the conclusion that certain beef cuts, specifically the ones that don’t have much marbling from fat, were just as tender and tasty from grass-fed cows as they were from cows that were finished in a feedlot on corn or other grains. In a little...
La Cucina di Afrodita has always been one of my favorite places. But I haven’t eaten there very often. I guess it’s because I’m not a very good planner and going to a rural restaurant does take a bit of planning. Plus, La Cucina di Afrodita is only open on Saturdays...
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