Heightening the pleasures of birria. On the roof of Hotel Amatte.

Heightening the pleasures of birria. On the roof of Hotel Amatte.

It’s a spectacular setting. With a view that’s quite different than most San Miguel rooftop restaurants. Plus it’s a less than ten minute taxi ride from prime Centro. Yet I’ve never once seen it busy. I think the prime reason is because the hotel just can’t seem to...
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...
Tamales. And where to find them in San Miguel.

Tamales. And where to find them in San Miguel.

The most classic Mexican dishes to me are tacos and tamales. The first can be found from the very lowest end to the highest and mightiest end of dining establishments. Tamales, however, are still mostly found in market stalls, rolling carts and roadside stands. I...
Verdolaga. The world’s most under-appreciated salad green.

Verdolaga. The world’s most under-appreciated salad green.

It’s difficult for me to remember anything my father and I had in common during my early teen years. Except perhaps one thing that united us. We both disliked almost all foods that came in any shade of green. Yet, on almost every day of my adolescence, my mother...