Do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Do you know the muffin man, Who works at the Liverpool mall? I’d been waiting 16 years to eat a perfect eggs benedict in San Miguel de Allende. That wait is finally over. I’ve always been able to find decent...
If you ask people about my eating habits, they will tell you that I, enthusiastically and passionately, eat virtually anything and everything. The crawly, the weird, the squiggly, the strange, the creepy, the ghastly, the eerie, the ugly. It’s true. I do. But I’m also...
I’m mostly from Canada but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in Canada. In the U.S. though, it’s apparently a major marketing tool, the endless mimosas promised by restaurants for the pleasure of attending their Sunday brunch. I like Sunday brunch. I like mimosas. I...
In 1994, a guy named Stuart Bastow walked into an Ottawa piano bar. The 20-something had never sung in any venue except perhaps a shower but, thanks to a pint or two of courage, the next thing he knew there was a microphone where his glass used to be. By the time he...
Gustavo Aguilar was the first real restaurant sommelier I met in San Miguel de Allende. Sure, when the restaurant Cent’Anni opened a few years ago, he also had a lot of management responsibilities there, but when Cent’Anni’s servers needed to bring some sage advice...
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