A nightingale sang in San Miguel.

A nightingale sang in San Miguel.

It was ten years ago. I was throwing a few arrows with the boys in the gone-but-not-forgotten Manolo’s on Zacateros when I heard the sweetest of sounds floating in from the restaurant behind the bar. I stood at the doorway and took in the rest of the song. It was...
Go ahead. Spoil yourself. Hire a private chef.

Go ahead. Spoil yourself. Hire a private chef.

We all have extravagances. Almost all of mine involve food. And, fortunately, Don Day’s Wife shares my passion for most of the same luxuries. There is a room in our house that Don Day’s Wife owns. And I like it that way. For almost every day I have my own personal...
Nicasio. Common things, done uncommonly well.

Nicasio. Common things, done uncommonly well.

Entrepreneur. I think I wanted to be one from the very time I learned what the word meant. I remember the day I walked into The Ad Club. Someone came over to the bar and said, “Hear you left McLaren. Who picked you up?” “No one,” I said. “I went out on my own. Opened...