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,...
I don’t remember their exact words. But it went something like this. “I don’t get Trip Advisor. A little hole in the wall like El Pato is constantly in the top ten and a gorgeous place like Bovine is down in the 200’s.” I could have taken it a step further. How can...
It’s always been a struggle getting Don Day’s Wife to El Pato. Despite the fact that it’s one of San Miguel’s most acclaimed (currently #2 on Trip Advisor) restaurants, it takes some very serious arm twisting to get her there. Primarily it’s the distance. We live in...
I’m recycling one of my blog posts from a few years ago today. Partly, of course, because I’m lazy. But mostly because a Scottish version of Don Day’s Wife’s shepherd’s pie will be on the menu at Bonds’ Robbie Burns Night in San...
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