Don Day loves coffee but seldom drinks coffee outside of his own home. So this week, Don Day hands the typewriter over to Pirate John Burger. Pirate John often drinks coffee out. Sometimes Pirate John even runs to where he drinks his coffee out. So who better than...
The restaurant doesn’t look like it belongs in San Miguel de Allende. Especially when it’s only four or five short blocks from the very heart of San Miguel. It’s more the kind of place you’d expect to see at the side of a dusty highway. Or facing a beach in some faded...
I don’t know where the expression came from. I don’t think anybody does. But I do know the strange showbiz wish for good luck certainly applies to one of San Miguel’s fledgling new businesses. This new endeavor also solves one of life’s…well at least my life’s…biggest...
I didn’t say that. Jack Jacobs did. But Jack has tastebuds I implicitly trust so I knew I had to check the place out. Jack also said, “When it comes to Mexican beef, there’s no better cut than arrachera.” That I already agreed with. As most women will tell you, men...
Do you remember the scene in Shirley Valentine when Shirley decides she’s had enough with routine and feeds that night’s steak to the dog. I’ll never forget the line from husband, Joe: “I like chips and egg on a Tuesday. Today is Thursday. Where’s me steak?” Why will...
I’m a dyed in the wool fat beef guy. And I thought I’d be a died in the wool fat beef guy. Until recently. Recently, I spent two months at our second home in Toronto. And close to our Toronto home there are three butchers. And all three of those butchers now...
I love fortune cookies. I always have loved fortune cookies. I always will love fortune cookies. But I never eat them. To me they’re just like delivery trucks. It’s what’s inside that counts. Now I’m not saying that fortune cookies have a bad...
Talk about the kid in the candy store. You should see Don Day in the wine store. Especially when the wine is discounted by 33-1/3%. It was our first full day back in San Miguel de Allende after a couple of months in Toronto. And my first trip to the new La Comer or,...
I was pacing off my lunch last week (supposedly five steps equals one calorie). Walking up Salida a Celaya when, through the gritty dust in my eyes, I saw the sign outside Natalia’s. It was only one of the words that stopped me in my tracks. Pibil. The word for...
In all of the years I’ve been writing Don Day in SMA, I’ve never re-posted a blog. Until today. And not just because I’m feeling lazy (but, yes, that did play a part). I’ve been reading and hearing a lot about ice cream in San Miguel de Allende...
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