It’s been happening in San Miguel de Allende for a few years now. A group of guys gets together once a week and complains about the weather, food prices, sports, politics, TV reception, booze prices, traffic, grandkids, their health and the fact that their wives...
It was mostly memories not tacos that took us to Restaurant Del Parque. There on the page dedicated to the restaurant on the Casa de Sierra Nevada website was a photo of “our table”, the exact place where we sat several times, starting over twenty years ago, in what...
I went to Spain a couple of months ago. By way of Celaya in Central Mexico. Enjoyed the trip immensely. Thanks to an amazing tour guide called Costco. The retailer did an extraordinarily good job of finding the very best values from all over the country. With only one...
“I pledge my allegiance…” We changed Japanese restaurants recently. And, though they definitely deserved us deserting them, I still felt like a guy leaving one of his best friends. But our old faithful had gone astray. Cutting the amount of fish on their rolls in half...
Thirty years. That’s how long it had been since Don Day’s Wife and I had that first date. It was a Wednesday. The restaurant was called Epicure. We ordered the burgers au poivre with blue cheese and peppercorn sauce and a bottle of a Côtes de Rhône from the village of...
With an enormous thank you to Scott Allison for his photographs. It’s become a bit of a ritual, an annual event. It’s when I get a group together and ask Mario’s Mariscos Frescos to bring in the very best that the Pacific Ocean has to offer. Oysters, scallops, shrimp,...
How do you choose which restaurant to frequent? Don Day’s Wife and I have what we call the big four wants. Very, very few restaurants fulfill all four of them. Some we regular go to only hit the mark with one or two of our measurement standards. And sometimes that’s...
Now let me make something clear right from the start. These are not great wines. These aren’t even what I’d call very good wines. But these are definitely great values. I’m talking about the wines called Seleccion. One is a red. The other’s a white. They’re tagged at...
My friend Therese said that. And my friend Therese is usually a little shy with her compliments. I wouldn’t go as far as Therese with my praise but I will say that the tapas were very different from what I’ve traditionally had in Spain. The occasion was Therese, Don...
It was around 15 years ago when I first laid eyes upon her. Up from Mexico City she was, pedalling bicycles in a hold ’em tournament. Now you may think that life as a dealer only requires minimal skills. You cut, you count, you shuffle, you deal. But there are many...
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