It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

Long ago, in a land not so far away, there was a town called Toronto where, much to my sadness, the sidewalks were rolled up each and every Saturday at 11:00 pm. Fortunately there was a remedy. At five minutes before this weekly event, I could go to a large glass box...
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...
La Parada. Proving Peruvian is a world class cuisine.

La Parada. Proving Peruvian is a world class cuisine.

We had old friends visiting this week. Old friends who were new to San Miguel. So we were faced with the decision as to where to go for lunch. We have about five go to places. The old standbys we call them. They are all restaurants with a pleasant ambience, efficient...
Getting a memory lane schnitzel fix in San Miguel.

Getting a memory lane schnitzel fix in San Miguel.

I arrived in Toronto in the mid-seventies and, in those days, the most affordable place to dine was what we called the Goulash Archipelago. There, on Bloor Street West, we would eat dinnerplate-sized schnitzels and drink a red called Szekszardi by the litre at places...