I loved Sundays when I was a kid. Because Sunday was the day the family would go for a Sunday drive and a Sunday drive always involved food. I still remember my father’s black 1949 Oldsmobile 88. I still remember him telling my Uncle Calvin it had a rear end as...
If you want to be thought of as an exceptional restaurant, these days, you’ve got to have it. Because that’s apparently what people want when they finally bag a table at an exceptional restaurant. I’m talking about the tasting menu, the prix fixe...
He’s cooked for the President of the United States. The Prime Minister of Great Britain. The Chancellor of Germany. He’s held the executive chef position at top ranked resorts in the Mayan Riviera. In 1996, while still a student, he won double gold at the...
I think moles are Mexico’s greatest contribution to the world of cuisine. And I think, if Mexico decides to declare a national dish, it should be the magnificent mole poblano. Mexican moles deserve to be ranked with the world’s most celebrated sauces. The...
I always liked Tannat, the restaurant with the Uruguayan accent on Ancha de San Antonio. I liked Jose Manuel and Monica Garcia, the couple that owned it. And I liked that the focus was almost as much on the wine as the food. But I hardly ever went there. I’m not...
Hot diggity dog, diggity, boom what you do to me. “We’re going to Costco, do you want to come.” Stan and Peggy Jones know that Don Day’s Wife and I don’t drive. Don Day’s Wife by desire. Don Day by the wishes of anyone who’s...
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