I decided to have an olive oil tasting the other day. I’m not sure why. Other than olive oil has always mystified me. That and the fact that everywhere I seem to go there are olive oil shops and bars with the word degustation outside. Maybe even more of them...
Dear Senor Day: I think you know Trevor, my husband. He’s mentioned that you’ve chatted with him and the other knights of the round table in front of The Longhorn Smokehouse. He’s the one known as Clever Trevor. The one that dresses like a cross...
I’ve always struggled with my sausage in Mexico. It’s just so hard to know what you’re getting until you take your first bite. You never know what parts of the animal are in there or sometimes even what kind of animal those parts came from, You...
“You know what’s special about Mario’s restaurant? It’s Mario. Mario makes the restaurant.” Bob White said that. Don Day heartily agrees with what he said. And he thinks every one of the other nine guys who were there for lunch with us last week...
Don Day had lunch with Don Day’s Wife today. There was just the two of them so it was all about what and where they wanted to eat. Don Day wanted tongue, a dish that is generally only available as street food. Don Day’s Wife wanted asparagus, a dish that...
Don Day used to be in the advertising business. And when you’re in the ad biz, you learn to use words that sell in your ad copy. Words like amazing, free, colossal, reduced, special, professional, rare and lifetime. Don Day’s favorite advertising words...
Don Day’s father was a Scotsman. Well, actually, not just a Scotsman but, according to Don Day’s mother, a bloody great Scotsman. What is a bloody great Scotsman? He’s a man who wears a kilt to formal occasions, appreciates the tossing of a...
It was about six, maybe seven years ago. I was perched at the far end of Harry’s Bar in San Miguel de Allende. From there you could have a bird’s eye view of pretty much everything that was going on. And there was always something going on. What was going...
Many, many years ago, an 18-year-old Canadian boy came to Mexico for the summer. He had learned that by spending six weeks with a family in this faraway foreign land, he would receive a university credit in Spanish. He had dreamed that the Mexican family would, like...
The number of times Don Day’s mother warned him. Don’t talk to strangers on the street. But Don Day never listened. And still doesn’t. The latest stranger I started talking to was on a street called Hernandez Macias in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico....
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