Goodbye Loreto. Hello Afrodita.

Goodbye Loreto. Hello Afrodita.

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...
In search of good California reds. In Mexico.

In search of good California reds. In Mexico.

I drink a lot of wine, an awful lot of wine, about three large glasses almost every day (and note that, after all those medical appointments, I don’t reveal exactly how large those glasses are). So I need some self-control on how much I spend. I need some rules and...
Where there’s smoke, there’s Keith.

Where there’s smoke, there’s Keith.

The plan was to hit Hacienda de Maria for enchiladas but it was Thursday and the word was out that Maria’s is best savored on Saturday or Sunday when she’s showing off her buffet. So a change of plan. I suggested we head a little further down the road towards...
Eating creamy, crunchy Canadian ice cream. In the middle of Mexico.

Eating creamy, crunchy Canadian ice cream. In the middle of Mexico.

“There is no one more Canadian than a Canadian who no longer lives in Canada.” Mike Myers I stole that quote. From a woman called Marie Porter. Marie is the author of a new recipe book called More Than Poutine. Favorite Foods from My Home and Native Land and, as you...
It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

It’s all Greek (and all good) to me.

Long ago, in a land not so far away, there was a town called Toronto where, much to my sadness, the sidewalks were rolled up each and every Saturday at 11:00 pm. Fortunately there was a remedy. At five minutes before this weekly event, I could go to a large glass box...