“But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a...
I had an all you can eat lunch last Sunday. There were seven women and little old me. Talk about a feast! The venue was a favorite. It’s been around long enough now that I almost consider it an old favorite. I certainly can’t think of any place I’d rather favor with...
I don’t consider mixing seafood and cheese to be a sin. I’ve even personally suffered the roll the eyes wrath of snotty servers when I’ve asked for parmesan on my pasta alla vongole or on my risotto con camarones. But even I have limits and where those limits get...
After family and friends, the three things that give me the most pleasure in life are food, wine and music and, on a Sunday, wonderful Sunday, in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, there’s no place I’d rather be for all three than Mi Vida. To be more specific, those three...
The first time I met Dila was about ten years ago when he was working at the restaurant Chamonix on Recreo. He was a confident, outgoing guy with a toothy grin and an impressive knowledge of traditional fine French cuisine. I liked Dila right from the start. I liked...
It was like losing a close friend. One who was always there for you. Then suddenly they were gone. Without as much as a hasta luego. Without even a note left on their door. That door wasn’t far from the corner of Mesones and Collegio in San Miguel de Allende. And it...
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