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...
You may remember them from their days at Flash Fish on Salida a Celaya. Or when they worked at La Noche on Mesones. If you do, then like me, you’ve probably missed them. If you do, then like me, you’re probably happy to know they’re back in business with a charming...
We had old friends visiting this week. Old friends who were new to San Miguel. So we were faced with the decision as to where to go for lunch. We have about five go to places. The old standbys we call them. They are all restaurants with a pleasant ambience, efficient...
I arrived in Toronto in the mid-seventies and, in those days, the most affordable place to dine was what we called the Goulash Archipelago. There, on Bloor Street West, we would eat dinnerplate-sized schnitzels and drink a red called Szekszardi by the litre at places...
OK, so maybe I’m not your average guy. Your average guy sits in his La-Z-Boy on a Sunday. One hand gripping a Bud. The other clutching the remote. Me. I go dancing in the desert. But let me explain. A couple of years ago, this place called Zandunga opened up. I wasn’t...
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