I didn’t have my first avocado until I was about 12. I think it was the fruit and veg supplier to my mother’s restaurant who gave her a couple of samples to bring home. I liked their mysterious black skin; I loved their nickname, alligator pear; and I was...
I was talking to Ali Sarraf, the owner of a new restaurant in San Miguel de Allende, about the name he chose for his pride and joy. I told him I was never sure if his chosen word was a positive or a negative. I remember when it was a popular nickname but I was never...
Have you ever noticed that people don’t eat brunch, they do brunch. Well I don’t. Well not very often. On Saturdays, I’m usually too busy shopping for food. On Sundays, I’m usually too busy doing nothing (currently that means winding my way down the list of the top...
It’s not exactly my kind of place. It’s more of a tight fit black jeans than a baggy-ass blue jeans kind of place. It’s more a linger over a second cup of coffee than a third bottle of beer kind of place. It’s a breakfast or lunch not a dinner kind of place. It’s a...
OK, true confessions. I miss KFC. Desperately. When I left the family homestead (ran away from home in my mother’s words), just a block and a half away was something called The Rendezvous Drive In. The Rondy was the local franchisee of something called Kentucky Fried...
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, So I had one more for dessert. When I was a younger man, I would seldom consume an excessive amount of alcohol on any evening other...
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