“These tapas are better than any I’ve ever had in Spain.” 

“These tapas are better than any I’ve ever had in Spain.” 

My friend Therese said that. And my friend Therese is usually a little shy with her compliments. I wouldn’t go as far as Therese with my praise but I will say that the tapas were very different from what I’ve traditionally had in Spain. The occasion was Therese, Don...
A very attractive woman. And very attractive fries. At Don Valente.

A very attractive woman. And very attractive fries. At Don Valente.

It was around 15 years ago when I first laid eyes upon her. Up from Mexico City she was, pedalling bicycles in a hold ’em tournament. Now you may think that life as a dealer only requires minimal skills. You cut, you count, you shuffle, you deal. But there are many...
Climbing up the food ladder. At Hacmans.

Climbing up the food ladder. At Hacmans.

Despite it being located just up the street from my home, it took me a while to get to Hacmans Amatte. There were a few reasons.  I’d watched (and listened and listened and listened) to them building the place for about four years. I thought at first it was a new...
TGIF. At Berlin.

TGIF. At Berlin.

I love this bar It’s my kind of place Just walkin’ through the front door Puts a big smile on my face It ain’t too far, come as you are Hmm, hmm, hmm, I love this bar Though Toby Keith’s lyrics are still so very relevant, things have changed at Berlin. There was a...
San Miguel’s bargain burger. Delivered. From La Frontera.

San Miguel’s bargain burger. Delivered. From La Frontera.

It was a fairly typical late afternoon. “You know we’ve got zero plans for dinner. Nothing much in the fridge. I’ve just spent the last two days cooking for your friends”, said Don Day’s Wife. “Why don’t we order in.” Now, usually ordering in means something that we...
San Miguel’s forgotten (by me) Asian restaurant.

San Miguel’s forgotten (by me) Asian restaurant.

The first thing I want to do is quash the rumor. The story that if you become a residente permanente of Mexico you will not want to eat lunch until 1:00 or 2:00 pm is total BS. Just ask my stomach. It still thinks the bitchin’ hour, the time to start cussing and...