Pickles have always been hard to buy in Mexico. Because Mexicans don’t buy pickles, Mexicans make pickles. When I first arrived in San Miguel de Allende, the only place for sour pickles in town was a shop on Ancha de San Antonio whose name I can’t remember (comment...
Chianti may not have been the first wine I ever bought. But I’m sure it was close. And like a lot of firsts in life, it has become a cherished memory. I know why I bought it. And you probably did too. I bought it for the fiasco, which is what the bottle inside the...
Some things are best said in words. Some things are best said in pictures. Yannis Dettingmeijer’s photography captures the good food, the good booze, the good people, the good times, better than I could ever portray them with nouns, adjectives and verbs. I was...
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