Mortadella. This ain’t no baloney!

Mortadella. This ain’t no baloney!

My wife’s parents called it motor trailer. My parents called it dead secretary (Perry Mason was the most watched show in those days). I didn’t care what they called it. Mortadella was my favorite sandwich meat. I started to really love it long ago and far...
Sunday may never be the same. At El Borrego Feliz.

Sunday may never be the same. At El Borrego Feliz.

I was humming a tune from an old Greek movie as I sauntered into Centro, changing the “but never” lyrics to the more apropos, “…but only on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday…”. I was meeting up with my buddy Andy, my eat-just-about-anything buddy Andy. On separate...
Sometimes I need a little comfort. From Denver’s.

Sometimes I need a little comfort. From Denver’s.

It was one of the most talked about Saturday nights in San Miguel ever. The Gypsy Kings were playing in our main square, in the jardin. The price was free. We figured we’d have to get down there at least three hours prior if we were to get anywhere near the stage. We...
Learning more about the pleasure of gorditas. At Gordibuenas.

Learning more about the pleasure of gorditas. At Gordibuenas.

Gordita: Literally “little fatty,” referring to the chubby size of this oversized tortilla with a pocket for stuffing meat, vegetables, and salsas. They are usually fried without oil on a comal (“griddle pan”) to create a crunchy exterior. From...