It didn’t go quite as planned. The plan was just to be a spectator on the sidelines at the cathedral, the chapel, the temple, the tabernacle, where, on each and every Friday, the all-powerful of all spirits is raised and praised. I had come to watch not to worship....
There has definitely been what one Mexican friend recently called a “whitening of San Miguel restaurants” in recent years but there is one that is steeped in Mexican history, one that is like walking into a museum, one that takes me back to Mexican food, circa 1975,...
I liked Peter Levitan’s idea to lunch at a vegan restaurant. I’m intrigued by vegan cuisine. I wanted to see how far it had come from those not so good old days of celery smoothies and soyburgers. I wanted to know if a vegan restaurant could possibly tantalize my...
Damn you covid! It was back in November. I’d discovered this new restaurant that looked right, that felt right, but it was indoors and we’d sworn we weren’t doing indoors until the numbers went down. Then, in January, the daily new case numbers in Mexico not only...
It had nothing at all to do with religion. It was just what everyone did on a Friday. And I loved every moment of it, fatty batter and all. On each and almost every Friday, I ate fish and chips. So imagine how I felt when I saw some almost-bring-me-to-tears news this...
We’d been there before. Back in April 2020. Then again in December 2020. And now we’d made the difficult decision once more. We were heading back into hibernation. Back down the rabbit hole. It was a little different this time. More contagious. But less dangerous. But...
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