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...
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...
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