So there we were. Richard and I. On our first day out in Puerto Vallarta. And just two days after I’d written about hard shell tacos on my website. Puerto Vallarta is in Jalisco and, when in Jalisco, your first breakfast must be birria. Off to the backstreets and at...
So there we were strolling down Salida a Celaya, sauntering our way from bar one to bar two, minding our own damn business, and POW!!! They hit us right in the eyes. Two of them. Obviously targeting our dated and dilated pupils. The first was “cochinita”, the second...
I like cocktails. I have one almost every evening. At around 5:00 pm. Actually it’s more like exactly at 5:00 pm. And yes, I’ve been known to watch the little hand take forever to get to that number five. I’m not sure where it came from, but somehow in my brain...
”Let’s do the time warp again.” We walked into the place singing a little Rocky Horror ditty. 13 years had gone by and nothing had changed. The same whitewashed walls in a room best described as a garage. The same mismatched furniture. The same in-your-face...
I’d lost touch with Maria. I’m not sure who was the most to blame. Maria for moving so often. Or me for not hunting her down. She’d always been one of my favorite San Miguel chefs. And, when it came to putting value on a plate, there may have never been anyone better...
Carlos Sanchez was the first San Miguelense I ever met. He greeted our car from the airport, he took our bags, he shook my hand, and he introduced himself as the house manager of the home we had rented on Pila Seca. There was something I liked about Carlos Sanchez....
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