“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...
Forgive me father for I have sinned. Since my last confession I have committed gluttony on at least seven occasions. You see, in San Miguel de Allende, there are so many good restaurants with so many great desserts to lead me astray from the paths of righteousness. It...
If Mexican cows had jobs they’d be fashion models. Because if you’ve ever driven past a Mexican cattle farm you know that Mexican cows are often not much more than skin and bone. Because Mexican cows are skinny cows they have little or no marbling...
A few months ago, Don Day wrote a blog about Chef Boris Olvera creating a wonderful version one of his favorite fish dishes, pescado a la veracruzana. And though Don Day doesn’t get many emails, that day he got two. And both were raves about two other fish...
Josefina Quintera and Don Day don’t have a lot in common. But there are two things. Both of them came to San Miguel de Allende about ten years ago. And they both fell in love. The object of their affection was not someone they wanted to hold or caress. But their...
A couple of months ago Don Day was successful in talking Don Day’s Wife into doing something she’d never ever done before. It wasn’t of course easy. I had to use slightly devious, somewhat shady methods that people with greater moral standards than I...
Don Day thinks it’s definitely time to give the Mexican truffle its place in the sun. Mexican truffle? You’ve never heard of it? Well, neither had Don Day until about ten years ago. Mexican truffle is one of the names it’s known by. To North American...
Maybe it was the rainbow that had me thinking. How not much has changed (thankfully) since Don Day made one of the best decisions of his life and started to spend a few months each year in San Miguel de Allende. Except, perhaps for one thing. Eleven years ago when Don...
Don Day and Don Day’s Wife were in Cent’Anni’s wine bar early on Thursday night. It was 7:30 pm and there were a grand total of two of us in a San Miguel restaurant that probably holds well over a hundred. The decor dangerously uses white and beige...
Don Day only lived in France for a short time. But it was enough time for a long romance. The object of Don Day’s deep affection was called Madiran. Every Sunday, Don Day and the rest of the escapees from the asylum (what the locals called the expats) would host...
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