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...
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...
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...
So there we were. Richard and I. On our first day out in Puerto Vallarta. And just two days after I’d written about hard shell tacos on my website. Puerto Vallarta is in Jalisco and, when in Jalisco, your first breakfast must be birria. Off to the backstreets and at...
I was in Hank’s a few Tuesdays ago. Hank’s is a bar in San Miguel de Allende. And I think, without a doubt, the best bar in San Miguel de Allende. Not only is Hank’s the best bar in town, it is also one of the very best restaurants. So it always bothers me that Hank’s...
So there we were strolling down Salida a Celaya, sauntering our way from bar one to bar two, minding our own damn business, and POW!!! They hit us right in the eyes. Two of them. Obviously targeting our dated and dilated pupils. The first was “cochinita”, the second...
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