The first time I met Dila was about ten years ago when he was working at the restaurant Chamonix on Recreo. He was a confident, outgoing guy with a toothy grin and an impressive knowledge of traditional fine French cuisine. I liked Dila right from the start. I liked...
It was like losing a close friend. One who was always there for you. Then suddenly they were gone. Without as much as a hasta luego. Without even a note left on their door. That door wasn’t far from the corner of Mesones and Collegio in San Miguel de Allende. And it...
I drink a lot of wine, an awful lot of wine, about three large glasses almost every day (and note that, after all those medical appointments, I don’t reveal exactly how large those glasses are). So I need some self-control on how much I spend. I need some rules and...
Entrepreneur. I think I wanted to be one from the very time I learned what the word meant. I remember the day I walked into The Ad Club. Someone came over to the bar and said, “Hear you left McLaren. Who picked you up?” “No one,” I said. “I went out on my own. Opened...
The plan was to hit Hacienda de Maria for enchiladas but it was Thursday and the word was out that Maria’s is best savored on Saturday or Sunday when she’s showing off her buffet. So a change of plan. I suggested we head a little further down the road towards...
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