I didn’t say that. Jack Jacobs did. But Jack has tastebuds I implicitly trust so I knew I had to check the place out. Jack also said, “When it comes to Mexican beef, there’s no better cut than arrachera.” That I already agreed with. As most women will tell you, men...
Do you remember the scene in Shirley Valentine when Shirley decides she’s had enough with routine and feeds that night’s steak to the dog. I’ll never forget the line from husband, Joe: “I like chips and egg on a Tuesday. Today is Thursday. Where’s me steak?” Why will...
I’m a dyed in the wool fat beef guy. And I thought I’d be a died in the wool fat beef guy. Until recently. Recently, I spent two months at our second home in Toronto. And close to our Toronto home there are three butchers. And all three of those butchers now...
I love fortune cookies. I always have loved fortune cookies. I always will love fortune cookies. But I never eat them. To me they’re just like delivery trucks. It’s what’s inside that counts. Now I’m not saying that fortune cookies have a bad...
Talk about the kid in the candy store. You should see Don Day in the wine store. Especially when the wine is discounted by 33-1/3%. It was our first full day back in San Miguel de Allende after a couple of months in Toronto. And my first trip to the new La Comer or,...
I was pacing off my lunch last week (supposedly five steps equals one calorie). Walking up Salida a Celaya when, through the gritty dust in my eyes, I saw the sign outside Natalia’s. It was only one of the words that stopped me in my tracks. Pibil. The word for...
In all of the years I’ve been writing Don Day in SMA, I’ve never re-posted a blog. Until today. And not just because I’m feeling lazy (but, yes, that did play a part). I’ve been reading and hearing a lot about ice cream in San Miguel de Allende...
I’d seen those blue and white boxes and bags being carried around Mexico City’s Centro Historico every day but never knew where they came from. There would be a guy in a suit balancing three pizza style boxes on his head. Then a woman lugging a paper...
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone It’s not warm when she’s away Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And she’s always gone too long Anytime she goes away (with credit to the wonderful Bill Withers) For the last few weeks...
Ten years I searched. Ten years of unfulfillment. Ten years of going home alone. Ten years all in vain. From one mercado to another. Up hills and down hills. In taxis and on buses. Around corners and down alleys. In San Miguel de Allende and out of San Miguel de...
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