“Like walking into a hug.” At Casa Nostra.

“Like walking into a hug.” At Casa Nostra.

It was November and, in November, Don Day’s Canadian friend Peter goes deer hunting. And in November, Don Day’s Wife always has the same message for Peter, “Don’t let the butcher trash those shanks; bring ’em on home to me.” This November, Peter was in Canada, we were...
ODing on fresh truffles at Casa Nostra. And loving it.

ODing on fresh truffles at Casa Nostra. And loving it.

It’s always been a problem with Don Day’s Wife and I. I want to do it, she doesn’t. I’m talking, of course, about splurging on truffles. “They’ve got fresh ones at City Market, Honey. They’re only $12,000 a kilo. We could get a second mortgage.” Yes, they’re an...
Can fine cuisine be enjoyed in not so fine surroundings?

Can fine cuisine be enjoyed in not so fine surroundings?

Damn you covid! It was back in November. I’d discovered this new restaurant that looked right, that felt right, but it was indoors and we’d sworn we weren’t doing indoors until the numbers went down. Then, in January, the daily new case numbers in Mexico not only...
Good to the very last scrape.

Good to the very last scrape.

I’ve seen crèpes suzette, bananas foster and cherries jubilee. I’ve seen desserts that bubbled, that sparkled, that smoked. But I’d never seen anything quite like this. We’d already had five courses. But we’d split them. And there were three of us. So there was...
The same good old Zumo. But a whole new crowd.

The same good old Zumo. But a whole new crowd.

It’s been happening for a few years now. The decline of 50+ expats out on the town. And their rapid replacement by 20+ nationals. But I really noticed it on Sunday. First, on the streets of Centro. And then at lunch at one of our favorite San Miguel restaurants....