It was gambling that paid for my dinner last week. At Ghouls For Schools, the Hallowe’en benefit for the charity Feed The Hungry, there was a raffle. And guess whose number they pulled for dinner for two at Zumo? I’d really wanted to return to Zumo. They had made some...
Get your motor runnin’ Head out on the highway Lookin’ for adventure And whatever comes our way Do you know what Don Day’s Wife did when I met her? She was one of three sizzlingly hot-looking women, dressed in the tightest of bustières and highest of...
We thought we were lost. Perhaps had the wrong address. There was this little cafe on the corner. No tablecloths, no gleaming silverware, no Riedel crystal, no linen napkins. This couldn’t be it, could it? This sure didn’t look like the best restaurant in...
If you asked me which restaurant In San Miguel I think is the most attractive, I’d find it difficult, perhaps impossible, to answer. But if you broadened the geography to Guanajuato, the answer would be easy. My choice would be Mestizo. There is nothing hanging on...
“I placed the shell on the edge of her lips and after a good deal of laughing, she sucked in the oyster, which she held between her lips. I instantly recovered it by placing my lips on hers.” Casanova. The guy who wrote that. You’ve heard of him. Right?...
I’m not sure I’ve ever met a chef who didn’t like to strut their stuff once in a while. Maybe even twice or thrice in a while. Because making the same thing every day and every night can be very, very boring. And don’t ever think that restaurants have specials for...
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