There has definitely been what one Mexican friend recently called a “whitening of San Miguel restaurants” in recent years but there is one that is steeped in Mexican history, one that is like walking into a museum, one that takes me back to Mexican food, circa 1975,...
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...
The restaurant doesn’t look like it belongs in San Miguel de Allende. Especially when it’s only four or five short blocks from the very heart of San Miguel. It’s more the kind of place you’d expect to see at the side of a dusty highway. Or facing a beach in some faded...
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