Pozole with what? Sardines?

Pozole with what? Sardines?

When I knew that a new restaurant had Pozole Verde Guerrero on their menu, I knew I wanted Jack Jacobs as my date. Jack had helped me lose my pozole virginity at La Alborada over on Sollano about ten years ago. And in case you don’t know, a guy introducing you to...
“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

Is there anyone else out there old enough to remember Marlene Dietrich singing that song in Destry Rides Again? I was humming it to myself the other day when Don Day’s Wife and I were having lunch at Chikatana. I was thinking how tough it must be for Aleysha Serrato...
Once a king.

Once a king.

I am an old guy. Older than about 95% of the world’s population. Which means I have had a greater opportunity to make mistakes in my life, have failures in my career, and perhaps have a few regrets about what I might have done or not done about them. There’s a movie...
Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...