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...
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...
So there I was, walking down Hernandez Macias, on my way to Kenny’s for some Buffalo wings and one of his fully-loaded caesars and in the distance I see a sheep. Could it be, I thought, could it really be? I’ve been lamenting a lot lately, desperately missing El Pato,...
It was Susan Knight York who alerted me and there’s no one who knows more about where to find the best restaurant values in San Miguel de Allende than Susan York. Perhaps I shouldn’t say restaurant though because many of the town’s best bargains aren’t found in bricks...
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...
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...
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