I couldn’t help thinking about a commercial from the late seventies, when my world revolved around advertising. Red Rose Tea was a strictly Canadian brand and their catch line, “Only in Canada, you say? Pity!” was one I so wished I’d written....
Don Day is a man. And many men…OK, make that almost every man…likes certain things a little larger than the norm. But there are exceptions to that rule. And I have one big exception. It’s restaurants. I dislike almost every big restaurant. No make...
True confession. I was once in love with someone called Danny. And no, it wasn’t a woman with the name Danielle. In fact, even though Danny possessed all the magnetism of a woman’s wiles, Danny wasn’t a woman at all. Danny or, more commonly, The...
You can take the boy out of the city. But you can’t take the city out of the boy. I was 25 years old when I landed my first big job. I had somehow wheedled (I think the word has an h) my way into becoming editor of a magazine called Canadian Farming. Always...
Did you know that October is Pastor Appreciation Month? Really. So in honor of this wonderful way of cooking pork, I suggested I take Don Day’s Wife for an extravagant lunch at San Miguel’s Tuesday Market so we could pay homage in harmony. Recognizing the...
I’d heard the news. It was exciting news. San Miguel de Allende had a new tapas bar. This was news that Don Day had been waiting to hear since the decline and fall of the sadly missed Cafe Iberico. I was also happy to hear that it was “a couple of...
Don Day wanted to write about the better mezcals available in San Miguel shops. But being a retired old age pensioner of modest means (everybody say aaaaahhhh!!!), I couldn’t afford to actually go out and buy a bunch of bottles. So I came up with a...
Some people go to Dolores Hidalgo to dig up the roots of the Mexican revolution. Some people go to Dolores Hidalgo for the talavera pottery. A few go for the ice cream. A lot go for the wineries. And almost everyone who goes there goes to Carnitas Vicente. Stan and...
I’d passed it perhaps twenty, maybe even thirty times over the years. But today we were actually going. It was our final and only destination. The restaurant had intrigued me every one of those times we’d passed by. There were more signs outside than in...
“Darling, I don’t know if it’s me or the wine talking, but I think we should open another bottle of wine.” Don Day did take a year of economics in college. And, though he read a lot more Patti Smith than Adam Smith, he did understand the law of...
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