My desperately seeking sushi days may be over.

My desperately seeking sushi days may be over.

I don’t consider mixing seafood and cheese to be a sin. I’ve even personally suffered the roll the eyes wrath of snotty servers when I’ve asked for parmesan on my pasta alla vongole or on my risotto con camarones. But even I have limits and where those limits get...
The medicinal magic of menudo.

The medicinal magic of menudo.

Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, So I had one more for dessert. When I was a younger man, I would seldom consume an excessive amount of alcohol on any evening other...
Ay Chihuahua! This is good cheese.

Ay Chihuahua! This is good cheese.

The more years I spend in Mexico, the more I try to celebrate the red, white and green, particularly when it comes to what I eat. There is one Mexican food though I have a problem with and that is cheese. And that really bothers me. It seems to me that almost every...
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...