I don’t think I’ve ever seen him pick up an empty plate from a table without saying the words. “Did you like it?” He, of course, almost always, gets a positive response and, almost always, he beams. The guy I’m talking about is Gerardo. A guy we call Gerry. Not...
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...
In 1974, I made the shivery-scary move from small town to big city. Toronto was my first and only choice. It was absolutely the right decision and I have a long list of fond memories from those first few years. The prime addresses on my memory lane were the...
“Every time we fly out of Mexico City Airport, I want to arrive the day before and have dinner at Il Fiorino.” Don Day’s Wife said that to me last week. And, when I pointed out to her that the cost of the hotel would add another two or three thousand pesos to the cost...
I had no one to blame but myself. Oh sure, I could blame that mean and nasty Covid. But Covid hadn’t really been that nasty to me for over a year. I guess it was what’s been plaguing mankind since creation. That wanting to taste the latest instead of sticking to the...
You may know about Don Day, the foodie. But you may not know that, in addition to eating and drinking, I have another obsession. Between meals, I enjoy doing things like pruning and planting, hoeing and sowing. Yes, Don Day has two very, very green thumbs and, in San...
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