Oooooooooeeeeeeeeeee! I’m a sommelier. I’m a sommelier.

Oooooooooeeeeeeeeeee! I’m a sommelier. I’m a sommelier.

“And what would you like to be when you grow up, Don Day? A doctor? A lawyer? An astronaut? A fireman?” “No teacher, I want to be a sommelier.” “But Donny, I think you have to be born in a country in Northeastern Africa to be one of...
An opportunity to take a private chef for a test drive.

An opportunity to take a private chef for a test drive.

Now I’m not a big fan of Facebook. But it does have its advantages. Like finding out what certain people are doing without having to do it with them. Or finding out which of the high school hotties are still sizzling. Or finding out which of the perfect couples...
The best restaurant in San Miguel might just be your house.

The best restaurant in San Miguel might just be your house.

I don’t know why more people don’t do it. Or maybe I do. I’m talking about hiring a personal chef for a dinner party in your home. And then charging your guests to attend. Yes it’s a big hurdle. Asking friends or family to pay for a meal in...
Nuts about a soup in San Miguel.

Nuts about a soup in San Miguel.

DD: “How about we host a Valentine’s Day dinner?” DDW: “And I’ll spend all day cooking and all night serving?” DD: “How about we host a Valentine’s Day dinner and hire a chef for the evening?” DDW: “And who...
My big fat Greek lunch. In the middle of Mexico.

My big fat Greek lunch. In the middle of Mexico.

True confession. I was once in love with someone called Danny. And no, it wasn’t a woman with the name Danielle. In fact, even though Danny possessed all the magnetism of a woman’s wiles, Danny wasn’t a woman at all. Danny or, more commonly, The...