“He’s a treasure. He’s been here forever.” Those words came out of the mouth of Don Day’s Wife. And the word “treasure” doesn’t come out of her mouth very often unless she fancies an old Bogie flick. Fellow foodie Andy...
It’s not my very best favorite pescaderia. That honor goes to La Isla. Either at their new shop in Casa Collectiva or at their stand each Saturday at the San Miguel de Allende Organic Market. La Isla is, in fact, the only local retailer I know that, each week,...
I had lunch with Lou Christine last week. If you spend any time in San Miguel bars you may have seen Lou Christine. Lou is the guy in the hat. The guy in the ever present hat. I’ve always wondered what Lou kept under his hat so, last week, I suggested we have...
It was a mystery that absolutely fascinated me. I’d stand on the other side of the street, on the north side of Calle Correo, and I’d watch. On the left was a business called Cumpanio. With a never ending stream of customers snaking their way in and out...
White water kayaking. Skydiving. Helicopter skiing. Motorcycle acrobatics. I love those extreme sports. Those sports where man risks life and limb in order to be considered the best at something. Most of them are strictly spectator sports. But today I actually...
For Hillary, it was mountains. For Armstrong, it was the moon. For Cousteau, it was the deep blue sea. For Don Day, it was the very first sparkling wine ever produced. Well at least one day last month it was. Now you may have heard that the world’s very first...
Don Day’s Wife and I had a food plan for Friday. We’d have lunch somewhere. Then we’d walk over to Mega. We’d pick up a few hundred grams of the biggest shrimp they have, two or three buds of garlic, a bunch of Italian parsley, a 250 gram pack...
Why is it that something you disliked so much as a kid, you can like so much as an adult? They say it’s because some things are an acquired taste. But then why did it take me about 15 years to like mushrooms and only 15 minutes to like beer, another supposed...
I loved Sundays when I was a kid. Because Sunday was the day the family would go for a Sunday drive and a Sunday drive always involved food. I still remember my father’s black 1949 Oldsmobile 88. I still remember him telling my Uncle Calvin it had a rear end as...
Honey, do you know where my tackle box is? I thought I’d hook a couple of tunas for dinner.” Yes, I admit it. The first time I saw tunas on a Mexican menu, I thought I’d find something fishy in my salad, not the fruit that is so important to Mexico...
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