It’s not my very best favorite pescaderia. That honor goes to La Isla. Either at their new shop in Casa Collectiva or at their stand each Saturday at the San Miguel de Allende Organic Market. La Isla is, in fact, the only local retailer I know that, each week,...
For Hillary, it was mountains. For Armstrong, it was the moon. For Cousteau, it was the deep blue sea. For Don Day, it was the very first sparkling wine ever produced. Well at least one day last month it was. Now you may have heard that the world’s very first...
Don Day’s Wife and I had a food plan for Friday. We’d have lunch somewhere. Then we’d walk over to Mega. We’d pick up a few hundred grams of the biggest shrimp they have, two or three buds of garlic, a bunch of Italian parsley, a 250 gram pack...
Why is it that something you disliked so much as a kid, you can like so much as an adult? They say it’s because some things are an acquired taste. But then why did it take me about 15 years to like mushrooms and only 15 minutes to like beer, another supposed...
I hadn’t seen Bob Masucci in at least a year. Philadelphia Bob is what we used to call him. Good poker players always have nicknames. A few years ago we used to mix it up on Mondays at a dealer’s choice game at the gone but not forgotten Manolo’s on...
A bottle of red, a bottle of white, Whatever kind of mood you’re in tonight, I’ll meet you anytime you want, In our Italian restaurant. Do you remember when Italian restaurants changed? It was the mid-seventies when I first noticed. The red or checkered...
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