I’m so sorry. But my favorite chile isn’t Mexican.

I’m so sorry. But my favorite chile isn’t Mexican.

I’m a home team guy as much as anyone. I root for the red, white and green as often as some homegrown Mexicanos. I still think Lorena Ochoa was a better golfer than Annika. Plus I’ve read enough scientific papers to be convinced that Mexico and, more specifically, an...
“OK, I’m ready for ramen. But which one?”

“OK, I’m ready for ramen. But which one?”

I think it might be the toughest decision to make in the whole wide world of dining. Just pick up the menu in almost any ramen restaurant and you’ll find at least ten, maybe twenty different ramens to choose from. You’ll see words like shio and shoyu, hakate and...
Denver delivers but, darn it, not this far.

Denver delivers but, darn it, not this far.

One of my favorite chefs in San Miguel is Denver Reyes. No, let me change that. One of my favorite human beings in San Miguel is Denver Reyes. Now Denver is not a lot like other San Miguel chefs. If I’m hanging out with other San Miguel chefs, we’re usually climbing...
What I’d be eating tonight. If only I could be in San Miguel.

What I’d be eating tonight. If only I could be in San Miguel.

I’m in Toronto, hibernating with Mama Bear. Or maybe it’s Mother Hubbard because our cupboard is very bare. Our restaurant round-ups are called food delivery apps and we’re struggling. After seven days in the cave, after seven different apps, after burgers and sushi...
Flàmmeküeche has arrived in San Miguel.

Flàmmeküeche has arrived in San Miguel.

OK, let me first admit that I had to look up the word, too. Maybe a lighter especially designed for doobies? No. But there is some fire involved. Translated roughly from the German, flàmmeküeche means flame pastry. And there are at least five different spellings (and...