His name is Antonio and I’ve never been too sure whether I wanted him back in town or not. He’s the kind of guy that usually threatens other men. He’s one of these new-fangled marketing symbols designed to sell wine to that new-fangled generation of...
You’ve probably seen the greeting card. There are two very sophisticated looking women in their late thirties talking to each other over cocktails. The one is saying to the other, “Oh my God, I forgot to have children.” Don Day was reminded of it this week when...
Yesterday Don Day had a croissant for lunch. Then he had another croissant. And another croissant. And one more croissant. Then two more croissants. And still another croissant. And one final croissant. Don Day had a little justification. My friend Rich and I had...
Skipped the light fandango? Of course, Don Day had done that while in his early teens. But done the strong Fritanga? No, it had somehow escaped me. Can you believe it. A guy approaching 70 years old and he’d never ever been on a Fritanga. I thought I must be the...
I don’t know how you know, you just do. I’m talking about when your woman has a roving eye. The first indication was at the pool. Almost every day at 10:00 am, Don Day’s Wife and I arrive at the YMCA. We then split up for an hour. Each of us going to...
Square box. Round pizza. Triangular slices. Tonight, I think I’ll just stay home and work on my geometry. At the SMART awards, held on March 30 at La Frontera, most of the buzz was about what restaurant would be ranked number one in San Miguel de Allende. But...
It started out like a lot of things in Don Day’s life. It started as an excuse for a party. An excuse to get together with some favorite friends, favorite foodies, and favorite foodie friends. An excuse to eat some special Mexican dishes, drink a few glasses of...
The search had been more of a safari. But the hunt is over. The prey has been captured. Today Don Day finally found the rarest and most precious of cargo in San Miguel de Allende. Don Day had spent eleven wasted winters in San Miguel on a hapless adventure. I’d...
Though Don Day has problems remembering things that happened eleven minutes ago, he does remember something that happened eleven years ago. Don Day’s Wife and I were coming to San Miguel de Allende for the first time in our lives and the owners of the house we...
Don Day apologizes but he just can’t start a blog about matzo ball soup without a tall Jewish tale. A prominent and respected Jewish businessman died, and the community was gathered in the synagogue to honor him. The rabbi intoned solemnly, “Our dear...
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