11 reasons why Mario’s is celebrating its 11th anniversary.

11 reasons why Mario’s is celebrating its 11th anniversary.

Opening a restaurant is a tough go. Keeping it open for eleven years is worthy of a celebration. Mario’s Mariscos Frescas Estilo Mazatlan marked that milestone a couple of weeks ago. Mario’s is my favorite seafood restaurant in San Miguel de Allende. It’s one of my...
There’s something fishy about this year’s Valentine’s Day.

There’s something fishy about this year’s Valentine’s Day.

Once every year I arrange a seafood extravaganza with Mario’s Mariscos Frescos. Once every year I struggle to decide where to take Don Day’s Wife (aka Sharon) on Valentine’s Day. Yes, you guessed it. I’ve done that killing two birds with one stone thing. It’s...
Diving into an ocean of delights. At Mario’s.

Diving into an ocean of delights. At Mario’s.

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,...
Bacalao is back. From Chef Maria.

Bacalao is back. From Chef Maria.

I’d lost touch with Maria. I’m not sure who was the most to blame. Maria for moving so often. Or me for not hunting her down. She’d always been one of my favorite San Miguel chefs. And, when it came to putting value on a plate, there may have never been anyone better...
Memories of Woolworth’s. At City Market. Really.

Memories of Woolworth’s. At City Market. Really.

A little over 60 years ago I entered the wonderful world of working. The most wonderful part…OK, maybe the only wonderful part…was the day that each and every week, Mr. O’Leary, aka Chief, would walk around with these little brown envelopes that were perfectly sized...
TGIF. Thank goodness it’s fish and chips.

TGIF. Thank goodness it’s fish and chips.

It had nothing at all to do with religion. It was just what everyone did on a Friday. And I loved every moment of it, fatty batter and all. On each and almost every Friday, I ate fish and chips. So imagine how I felt when I saw some almost-bring-me-to-tears news this...