If you knew sushi like Alberto knows sushi.

If you knew sushi like Alberto knows sushi.

It started with an ad in San Miguel de Allende’s weekly newspaper Atencion. It was an ad for San Miguel’s Rosewood Hotel. It said sushi was half price on Thursdays. We were heading for Toronto two days later. And I knew a visit to Solo, our favorite Toronto sushi bar,...
Buen Dia. Cups up. Phones down.

Buen Dia. Cups up. Phones down.

Don Day loves coffee but seldom drinks coffee outside of his own home. So this week, Don Day hands the typewriter over to Pirate John Burger. Pirate John often drinks coffee out. Sometimes Pirate John even runs to where he drinks his coffee out. So who better than...
Ambiente bueno. Gente buena. Comida buena. It must be Don Lupe Grill.

Ambiente bueno. Gente buena. Comida buena. It must be Don Lupe Grill.

The restaurant doesn’t look like it belongs in San Miguel de Allende. Especially when it’s only four or five short blocks from the very heart of San Miguel. It’s more the kind of place you’d expect to see at the side of a dusty highway. Or facing a beach in some faded...
Break a leg, Microteatro San Miguel de Allende.

Break a leg, Microteatro San Miguel de Allende.

I don’t know where the expression came from. I don’t think anybody does. But I do know the strange showbiz wish for good luck certainly applies to one of San Miguel’s fledgling new businesses. This new endeavor also solves one of life’s…well at least my life’s…biggest...
“They have the best arrachera in San Miguel de Allende.”

“They have the best arrachera in San Miguel de Allende.”

I didn’t say that. Jack Jacobs did. But Jack has tastebuds I implicitly trust so I knew I had to check the place out. Jack also said, “When it comes to Mexican beef, there’s no better cut than arrachera.” That I already agreed with. As most women will tell you, men...
And now for something completely different. Salsabor.

And now for something completely different. Salsabor.

Do you remember the scene in Shirley Valentine when Shirley decides she’s had enough with routine and feeds that night’s steak to the dog. I’ll never forget the line from husband, Joe: “I like chips and egg on a Tuesday. Today is Thursday. Where’s me steak?” Why will...