A slice of Italian history arrives in San Miguel.

A slice of Italian history arrives in San Miguel.

Despite a couple of nasty tantrums and my screeching “but I don’t want to go”, in 1956, my family emigrated from Britain to Canada. I remember those first few days of school. Kids making fun of my accent, laughing at me because I pronounced it “larfing”. There was...
I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

I thought the last thing San Miguel needed was another pizzeria.

And then I went to Marco’s. Well it’s not really called Marco’s. The actual name of the restaurant is Fiamma. But it seems everyone is calling it Marco’s so I’m calling it Marco’s. And why are they and I calling it Marco’s? It’s because the restaurant is a total...