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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
It was about three years ago that it opened. A delightfully charming and very respectful redo of an early 19th Century home just outside of San Miguel de Allende’s prime Centro. I loved the look of the place. It was classy but still casual, two traits that are tough...
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