You know what I miss most when I’m in San Miguel de Allende? Asia. Which must seem very strange if you know I’m a guy from Toronto. I miss Vietnam, China, Thailand, Korea, Japan, India. Because those are the places I visit a couple of times a week in...
Once upon a time, there was a handsome man named Antonio. He went for a walk in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico and soon came upon a building. He said this might make a good restaurant. But the space turned out to be too awkward and too small. So Antonio went for a...
I’ve never eaten a lot of Peking Duck. Because Peking Duck requires planning. And I’ve never been very good at planning. In Toronto, Chinese was usually something done on a Saturday night, after Ronnie Hawkins closed his last set at Le Coq d’Or with...
Pinot Noir is a serious stage actress. Cabernet Sauvignon is a Hollywood goddess. Malbec is a hardcore porn star. The World Wine Awards. They were the brainchild of the excellent Canadian website Wine Align. For the last two years, about 20 wine experts have been...
White foam arose from the immortal flesh and with it a girl grew. And the girl, Aphrodite, floated ashore on a scallop shell. A new chef had sailed into town. And people were saying she was putting magic on plates. I knew I had to have her conjure up some of those...
Last March, I had the pleasure of helping to organize the San Miguel de Allende Readers Taste awards or SMARTs for short. We drank and ranked some cheap wines. La Frontera served up some fine food. And our guests filled in a lot of ballots. They chose Pizza Pig for...
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