Climbing up the food ladder. At Hacmans.

Climbing up the food ladder. At Hacmans.

Despite it being located just up the street from my home, it took me a while to get to Hacmans Amatte. There were a few reasons.  I’d watched (and listened and listened and listened) to them building the place for about four years. I thought at first it was a new...
TGIF. At Berlin.

TGIF. At Berlin.

I love this bar It’s my kind of place Just walkin’ through the front door Puts a big smile on my face It ain’t too far, come as you are Hmm, hmm, hmm, I love this bar Though Toby Keith’s lyrics are still so very relevant, things have changed at Berlin. There was a...
San Miguel’s bargain burger. Delivered. From La Frontera.

San Miguel’s bargain burger. Delivered. From La Frontera.

It was a fairly typical late afternoon. “You know we’ve got zero plans for dinner. Nothing much in the fridge. I’ve just spent the last two days cooking for your friends”, said Don Day’s Wife. “Why don’t we order in.” Now, usually ordering in means something that we...
Spending two hours in France. Without leaving San Miguel.

Spending two hours in France. Without leaving San Miguel.

First, an admission. I like almost any film about food or wine. I guess because I like almost any food or wine. The film, Back To Burgundy, is no exception. It’s one of those prodigal son returns tales. In this case, his name is Jean and he’s returning to the family...
Liked it so much, I bought a box. OK, make that two.

Liked it so much, I bought a box. OK, make that two.

I hadn’t had a really great wine discovery in a while. Actually, quite a while. And, usually my wine finds have been courtesy of something posted on a website. Not just me out on a search and destroy mission. Anyway, there I was in City Market. Checking out what they...
San Miguel’s forgotten (by me) Asian restaurant.

San Miguel’s forgotten (by me) Asian restaurant.

The first thing I want to do is quash the rumor. The story that if you become a residente permanente of Mexico you will not want to eat lunch until 1:00 or 2:00 pm is total BS. Just ask my stomach. It still thinks the bitchin’ hour, the time to start cussing and...
Hard shell tacos. At Birrieria Torres.

Hard shell tacos. At Birrieria Torres.

So there we were. Richard and I. On our first day out in Puerto Vallarta. And just two days after I’d written about hard shell tacos on my website. Puerto Vallarta is in Jalisco and, when in Jalisco, your first breakfast must be birria. Off to the backstreets and at...
The hard shell taco. At Hank’s.

The hard shell taco. At Hank’s.

I was in Hank’s a few Tuesdays ago. Hank’s is a bar in San Miguel de Allende. And I think, without a doubt, the best bar in San Miguel de Allende. Not only is Hank’s the best bar in town, it is also one of the very best restaurants. So it always bothers me that Hank’s...