A lot of people like dogs and cats. A few people like hamsters and budgies. I like cows and pigs. You see I am a carnivore. No make that a capital C and bold Carnivore. I tolerate plants in my diet. I even enjoy a few plants in my diet. But the food I get all in a...
I must admit I didn’t like Consentido much at first. “It’s not really our kind of place”, said Don Day’s Wife. And she was right. It’s hard to get cozy and comfortable in somewhere the size of a barn. I’m not exactly big on monstrous TV screens staring down at me...
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...
It’s about a once-a-week occurence for Don Day’s Wife and I to have food delivered. We order pizza. A lot. We order Chinese. Quite a bit. We order Thai food and fried chicken. Occasionally. But in the 26 years (I think it’s 26…I hope it’s 26) that Don Day’s Wife...
“Wimpy: “I’d gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” There are a lot of juicy burgers in San Miguel. Fat Boy’s. Don Lupe. Bovine. Birdie’s. Hank’s. Berlin. But that’s only six. There are seven days in a week. And a lot of people lately have been telling me...
The first time I went to New York, it was on a boat. I was a ten-year-old immigrant, dressed in a matching herringbone tweed overcoat and cap, looking wide-eyed at Lady Liberty, then sailing up the Hudson to Pier 88, and catching glimpses of those magical towers that...
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