The first time I went to New York, it was on a boat. I was a ten-year-old immigrant, dressed in a matching herringbone tweed overcoat and cap, looking wide-eyed at Lady Liberty, then sailing up the Hudson to Pier 88, and catching glimpses of those magical towers that...
It might just be Mexico’s greatest contribution to clumsy cuisine. A candidate for the top ten dishes you always end up wearing. I’m talking about the crumbly tostada, the dish that began life as a way to use up yesterday’s tortillas. A dish that, along with those...
Stewart Haverlack, the co-owner of San Miguel de Allende restaurant Zumo, said that. And I’ll tell you why. But not right away. First I want to tell you that I’ve always liked Zumo. A lot. Always thought it was one of the town’s best restaurants. But there was always...
I took Don Day’s Wife out for a very memorable lunch recently and, as I often do, I also took my tiny spiral-bound notebook that fits in the back pocket of my jeans. As usual, a lot of what I wrote down were Don Day’s Wife’s comments about the food and the experience....
You’ll find one in almost every barrio in San Miguel de Allende. I’m talking about a seafood restaurant. A very typical Mexican seafood restaurant. It will probably be named after a shrimp, a crab or, perhaps, a crayfish. It will be overstuffed with marine kitsch....
Chef Mauro Torres will be featuring seafood from Mexico’s west coast and I will be helping to pour some of the Valle de Guadalupe’s best-value wines. The dinner will be held at Grille Torres on Tuesday, November 27. Start time is 7:00 pm. Grille Torres is located at...
I love sausage. I love virtually every sausage. And, when I’m in Mexico, proudly wearing the red, green and white on my heart, chorizo is my choice of sausage. I think, made well, that chopped-up, chunky combo of pork, fat, chiles, cumin, coriander, plus, usually, at...
I rarely eat breakfast. It’s not that I don’t like breakfast. It’s more that it doesn’t like me. You see I’ve always been a pudgy guy and I’ve never liked being a pudgy guy. Not only that, my favorite breakfasts all contain a huge quantity of two of my favorite things...
Say the two words Sunday dinner and I will reply with the two words roast beef. There is no stronger food tradition in my life. No family food event so memorable. When I was growing up, beef at six was as predictable as Ed Sullivan at eight. And when I flew the roost,...
Don Day’s Wife and I divide our lives almost equally between Toronto and San Miguel de Allende, two, obviously, very different cities. But what we eat in each of those cities varies very little. With one very big exception. In Toronto, a week rarely goes by where we...
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