Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...
Go ahead. Spoil yourself. Hire a private chef.

Go ahead. Spoil yourself. Hire a private chef.

We all have extravagances. Almost all of mine involve food. And, fortunately, Don Day’s Wife shares my passion for most of the same luxuries. There is a room in our house that Don Day’s Wife owns. And I like it that way. For almost every day I have my own personal...
Mi Queso Es Su Queso. Sharing my San Miguel cheesecake find.

Mi Queso Es Su Queso. Sharing my San Miguel cheesecake find.

The only Mexican cheesecake I’d found that I ever really liked was a hot pin up of Salma Hayek. Until a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t for lack of looking. Or trying. But I had decided that good cheesecake just didn’t exist in Central Mexico. It was always too dry. Or...
Wining our way around Sicily. Without ever leaving San Miguel.

Wining our way around Sicily. Without ever leaving San Miguel.

“Sicily is a land of contrasts, with a tremendous heritage of old vines. The old vines remind us that Sicily has true biodiversity, and these varieties perfectly reveal the complexity of the appellations of the island while being particularly well-suited to the...

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