Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...
Whatever happened to Jeremiah Tower?

Whatever happened to Jeremiah Tower?

I moved to San Francisco in 1998 and…forget Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge…there were two places I wanted to, not just go to, but experience: Chez Panisse and Stars. They were both restaurants and they had something very much in...
Mexican wines make a little history. Right here in San Miguel.

Mexican wines make a little history. Right here in San Miguel.

The place was France. The date was May 24, 1976. It’s now remembered as The Judgment of Paris. It pitted some of California’s best wines against the best of France and much to the shock of the world (and especially the French), David beat Goliath. California won. The...
Climb on up. For a first class, cross country taco tour.

Climb on up. For a first class, cross country taco tour.

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...
I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

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...
A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

Don Day doesn’t drive. 55 years ago the world was deemed a better place if Don Day never again sat behind the wheel of any car unless there was a neon sign close by that included the word “bumper”. You see, Don Day ran into things. Not people or even other cars. Just...

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