Thirty years. That’s how long it had been since Don Day’s Wife and I had that first date. It was a Wednesday. The restaurant was called Epicure. We ordered the burgers au poivre with blue cheese and peppercorn sauce and a bottle of a Côtes de Rhône from the village of...
With an enormous thank you to Scott Allison for his photographs. It’s become a bit of a ritual, an annual event. It’s when I get a group together and ask Mario’s Mariscos Frescos to bring in the very best that the Pacific Ocean has to offer. Oysters, scallops, shrimp,...
How do you choose which restaurant to frequent? Don Day’s Wife and I have what we call the big four wants. Very, very few restaurants fulfill all four of them. Some we regular go to only hit the mark with one or two of our measurement standards. And sometimes that’s...
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...
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...
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...
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