Last month I attended a tasting of wines from Familia Rosso in Mendoza, Argentina. I was very impressed, impressed enough to organize a dinner paired with some of their wines. Who else to pair them I thought than Mariano Rivera of San Miguel’s Buenos Aires Bistro. A...
There are some things in Mexico that are habits, customs, traditions. And after spending 15 winters in Mexico, I have become very accustomed to these customs. Because I like them. Especially the ones that happen on Sundays. Though Mexico has the second largest Roman...
Maybe it all started way back in the New Testament. This aversion people have to goats. Check out Matthew 25:32 and you’ll find: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:...
It’s not easy being a musselholic in the middle of a desert. It’s not so much that the restaurants serving mussels come and go. It’s that mussels come and go on their menus. I just tallied up the number of San Miguel restaurants whose mussels I’ve praised in the nine...
It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...
And then I went to Marco’s. Well it’s not really called Marco’s. The actual name of the restaurant is Fiamma. But it seems everyone is calling it Marco’s so I’m calling it Marco’s. And why are they and I calling it Marco’s? It’s because the restaurant is a total...
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