So there we were in the Mexican state of Guerrero, perhaps the world capital of pozole, and I had two mysteries to solve. First, how did Thursday become the traditional day to enjoy pozole? Second, where in Zihuatanejo would I find the best? I may have solved the...
When I knew that a new restaurant had Pozole Verde Guerrero on their menu, I knew I wanted Jack Jacobs as my date. Jack had helped me lose my pozole virginity at La Alborada over on Sollano about ten years ago. And in case you don’t know, a guy introducing you to...
It was the inaugural 2014 meeting of the gentlemen who lunch, a group of guys who, obviously from their youthful yet rugged good looks, retired long before they could claim their pension benefits, They were all also smart enough to have chosen the world’s best...
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