When I was a little kid, I was raised mostly by my grandparents. And, when I was a little kid, I had a favorite treat. It was called an ice lolly. And it combined fruit juice, sugar and this amazing invention called ice. Now this invention may not seem particularly...
There’s a guy in town called Tony. I don’t know Tony very well. But I know Tony’s from Buffalo. Which gives us something very much in common. Because I’m from a suburb of Buffalo called Canada. As a once-teenaged Canadian, I lived in a land where people were not...
So there I was, standing in arrivals at Mexico City airport, after five hours of being sardined into a middle seat, now standing and watching an empty carousel rotate for an hour. “I better go and try to put the brakes on the shuttle”, said Don Day’s Wife. “We’ll...
After having been bunkered up in Toronto for far too many months, on my return to San Miguel de Allende, the very first restaurant I headed to was El Pato. I had been dreaming for weeks…no, make that months…about mixiote served by El Pato’s always...
My Kiwi Neighbor: “We have a different name for that fish in New Zealand.” Don Day: “Oh yeh. What do you call it there?” My Kiwi Neighbor: “Cat food.” I rarely eat tilapia. It’s not that I don’t like the taste. I just don’t like the treatment. Because tilapia don’t...
I’m not surprised. I hadn’t tried it until about ten years ago. And I’m a guy who scours the back streets of San Miguel on a constant search for anything new and different. Especially anything Mexican. The problem with birria is it’s a regional dish, a very regional...
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