Berlin is one of my favorite bars in San Miguel. Well actually one of my favorite bars anywhere. Especially when I want a warm and cozy place to fondle a glass of red or three on a chilly Winter’s night. But I don’t go there very often. And, when I do, I...
It may have been the biggest social event in San Miguel history. Definitely the biggest I’ve ever been to. It began the first or second year I started spending my winters in San Miguel. And it just kept getting bigger. I couldn’t get an official number as...
You’ve probably seen the sign when you’re coming into San Miguel de Allende. The sign that says Population: 140,000. Then you look at the size of the town and think. But where are they? There isn’t room for 140,000 people. There’s a reason. The...
“And what would you like to be when you grow up, Don Day? A doctor? A lawyer? An astronaut? A fireman?” “No teacher, I want to be a sommelier.” “But Donny, I think you have to be born in a country in Northeastern Africa to be one of...
I had lunch with Bonnie Boden last week. Bonnie is my female friend of longest standing. So she’s obviously a woman with an enormously high tolerance level. Except when it comes to food. There she can be a little picky. And I will never forget the first time I...
Yes, I’m cheap when it comes to wine. Very cheap. Because quite a few years before I discovered wine I discovered, thanks to grade two arithmetic, that you could have two $10 bottles for the same price as one $20 bottle. Good $10 (U.S.) bottles of wine are...
We took the bus down to Centro last night. If you take San Miguel buses, you’ll know that often they come complete with a little showbiz, usually a guy and a guitar who, as the bus rocks and rolls over the cobblestones, finds it more difficult to stay on his...
Call it a ritual. Almost every Sunday I’d be there. Probably more regularly than quite a few Christians would be in making it to church. I’m talking about the tradition that spread from Canton province in China to Hong Kong to the two cities where...
As I was typing…sorry, keystroking…the headline I stole from the most excellent book “100 Places To Visit Before You Die” (which does, of course, include San Miguel de Allende) I was thinking of a line I heard the very first year I came to this...
I’m not sure how it escaped the fanatical Mexican foodie. But I had never tasted it before in my life. Never had even heard of it in my life. The dish was karne en su jugo. Or as it’s usually spelled, carne en su jugo. Or, as a language-challenged guy like...
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