Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

I’ve always had mixed opinions about brunch. It always seemed a little too haughty taughty to me. I always considered myself more of a Sunday morning sausage, bacon and eggs kind of guy. But when I learned that the term “brunch” was first used back in 1895 (in a...
Seven days. So seven burgers.

Seven days. So seven burgers.

“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...
Tostadas. Messy but marvellous.

Tostadas. Messy but marvellous.

It might just be Mexico’s greatest contribution to clumsy cuisine. A candidate for the top ten dishes you always end up wearing. I’m talking about the crumbly tostada, the dish that began life as a way to use up yesterday’s tortillas. A dish that, along with those...
“Now, we’ve also got the location.”

“Now, we’ve also got the location.”

Stewart Haverlack, the co-owner of San Miguel de Allende restaurant Zumo, said that. And I’ll tell you why. But not right away. First I want to tell you that I’ve always liked Zumo. A lot. Always thought it was one of the town’s best restaurants. But there was always...
Overheard. In Casa Blanca.

Overheard. In Casa Blanca.

I took Don Day’s Wife out for a very memorable lunch recently and, as I often do, I also took my tiny spiral-bound notebook that fits in the back pocket of my jeans. As usual, a lot of what I wrote down were Don Day’s Wife’s comments about the food and the experience....