“Today, I think I’m still dreaming.”

“Today, I think I’m still dreaming.”

I admit it. I watch cooking shows. Too many cooking shows. I’ve been watching them since I was 12 years old. When the other guys were out playing street hockey. It definitely wasn’t cool for a guy to watch cooking shows then. And I remember my dad telling my mom that...
Art on the wall. Art on the plate. Mestizo.

Art on the wall. Art on the plate. Mestizo.

If you asked me which restaurant In San Miguel I think is the most attractive, I’d find it difficult, perhaps impossible, to answer. But if you broadened the geography to Guanajuato, the answer would be easy. My choice would be Mestizo. There is nothing hanging on...
Nomada. The place to be in San Miguel. On any given Wednesday.

Nomada. The place to be in San Miguel. On any given Wednesday.

I’m not sure I’ve ever met a chef who didn’t like to strut their stuff once in a while. Maybe even twice or thrice in a while. Because making the same thing every day and every night can be very, very boring. And don’t ever think that restaurants have specials for...
“Grammie, are we going to Aguamiel this year.”

“Grammie, are we going to Aguamiel this year.”

It took her until her second day here in San Miguel de Allende, but my granddaughter Rayne (and yes, I teasingly call her Lluvia when she’s visiting us in Mexico) finally asked the question. Though Rayne recently traded in her sneakers for stilettos, and gets more of...
Up in the morning and off to La Pina Azul.

Up in the morning and off to La Pina Azul.

I never did like school. To me, the golden rule was, if their was a golden ball in the sky, find a reason not to go. History and geography and literature were all OK. But my favorite subject was always lunch. Which is why I returned to school a couple of weeks ago at...