San Miguel elects a new prime minister of beef.

San Miguel elects a new prime minister of beef.

Say the two words Sunday dinner and I will reply with the two words roast beef. There is no stronger food tradition in my life. No family food event so memorable. When I was growing up, beef at six was as predictable as Ed Sullivan at eight. And when I flew the roost,...
Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I smell a pho that’s not ho hum.

Don Day’s Wife and I divide our lives almost equally between Toronto and San Miguel de Allende, two, obviously, very different cities. But what we eat in each of those cities varies very little. With one very big exception. In Toronto, a week rarely goes by where we...
Well I’ll be doggoned. A Costco eating alternative.

Well I’ll be doggoned. A Costco eating alternative.

Hot diggity, dog diggity, boom what you used to do to me. I mean just how many Costco hot dogs can you eat? As good as they are and as essential as they seem to be on any shopping expedition to Querétaro or Celaya, once in a while you yearn to wander. Our chauffeurs...
Chamonix. Why did we take so long to go back?

Chamonix. Why did we take so long to go back?

Guilty as charged. I’m constantly chasing the very latest and maybe greatest when it comes to restaurants in this town. And neglecting the tried and true. It resulted in a rude awakening last month. One of the few restaurants that’s been around this town as long as I...