There’s something fishy about this year’s Valentine’s Day.

There’s something fishy about this year’s Valentine’s Day.

Once every year I arrange a seafood extravaganza with Mario’s Mariscos Frescos. Once every year I struggle to decide where to take Don Day’s Wife (aka Sharon) on Valentine’s Day. Yes, you guessed it. I’ve done that killing two birds with one stone thing. It’s...
Ring-a-ding-a-dingy. At Hank’s.

Ring-a-ding-a-dingy. At Hank’s.

I don’t like snails or toads or frogs Or strange things living under logs But, mmm mmm mmm, I love onions Dinner for two. For 100 pesos. Including tip. But, no, of course not including drinks. Don Day’s Wife and I have done it. A few times. It starts with the clocks...
Feels like home again. At Firenze.

Feels like home again. At Firenze.

I had no one to blame but myself. Oh sure, I could blame that mean and nasty Covid. But Covid hadn’t really been that nasty to me for over a year. I guess it was what’s been plaguing mankind since creation. That wanting to taste the latest instead of sticking to the...
El Terco. Tacos before sundown.

El Terco. Tacos before sundown.

I turned the corner at Refugio, with those buds on my tongue wishing that Tio Carlos’ taco stand might have changed its hours. But no, it was all boarded up just like all of the other afternoons. I wasn’t surprised. And I already had Bahn Mi and a mystery meat...
Your invitation to a special French dinner.

Your invitation to a special French dinner.

You may know about Don Day, the foodie. But you may not know that, in addition to eating and drinking, I have another obsession. Between meals, I enjoy doing things like pruning and planting, hoeing and sowing. Yes, Don Day has two very, very green thumbs and, in San...