“I know you’ve written about it before. But you’ve got to write about it again. Nobody reads what you wrote three years ago. When it’s this good it deserves repeating.” Don Day’s Wife said that. In a tone of voice that could be almost called raised. We were at Hank’s...
You’ll find it in quite a few countries. With quite a few different names. The one most internationally talked about is bresaola, the one from Northern Italy. The one I’m going to talk about is cecina, the one you’ll find here in Central Mexico. I decided to talk...
“Jason Malloff is about as close San Miguel comes to a rock star chef in this town and he’s built a solid fan base for Cafe Rama. A weekly email taunts me with what music to my mouth is on his current playlist. It works. About every two weeks, I’m at Cafe...
“Welcome home”, said the woman in the monogrammed mask, as we walked through the glass doors into Kenten’s S.M.A. “Welcome home”, I thought. Do I know this woman? Have I been here before? How drunk was I? It was almost two hours later, heading out through those same...
We Canadians apparently drink about 400 million of them a year. The rest of the world combined apparently drinks only 150 million. I’ve always been bewildered as to why. Their loss, our gain, I guess. I’m talking about the caesar or, as its sometimes known, the bloody...
There are two good reasons to go to El Tupinamba: The tapas and the tunes. My favorite tapas are the croquetas, melt in your mouth Serrano ham and bechamel sauce, piled like glistening nuggets of gold in their silver rack. My favorite tunes are those strummed and...
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