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...
Pilar Ortiz. And the power of personality.

Pilar Ortiz. And the power of personality.

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...
In pursuit of a better shepherd’s pie.

In pursuit of a better shepherd’s pie.

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...