Happy as a clam about my San Miguel find.

Happy as a clam about my San Miguel find.

Do the clam. Do the clam. Grab your barefoot baby by the hand. It’s not often I get to quote Elvis Presley especially from one of his worst movies (it was Clambake). But it’s not often I get to do clams. Not in Mexico anyway. Not until recently anyway. I spend about...
My desperately seeking sushi days may be over.

My desperately seeking sushi days may be over.

I don’t consider mixing seafood and cheese to be a sin. I’ve even personally suffered the roll the eyes wrath of snotty servers when I’ve asked for parmesan on my pasta alla vongole or on my risotto con camarones. But even I have limits and where those limits get...
Kuni Doni. Well worth the return visit.

Kuni Doni. Well worth the return visit.

It had been years since I’d been to Kuni Doni. I can’t give you a good reason why. Other than the so many restaurants, so little time excuse. I always liked the place but I also thought it lacked a focus. There wasn’t anything on the menu that I absolutely, definitely...
Stone crabs. Divine decadence in the desert.

Stone crabs. Divine decadence in the desert.

I was forty when I had my first stone crab. Miami Beach had become cool again. Art deco hotels were being brought back to their original glory. Gianni Versace had bought a house on Ocean Drive. Slinky, thong-clad amazons were parading up and down the sand. And, at the...

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