It was 2019 when an artsy logo lured me to the back of an art gallery on a San Miguel Street. The restaurant’s name was Chikatana. The owner’s name was Aleyshita. I liked the restaurant and its Asian influences. I liked the owner and her charming nuances. As good as...
“How did we forget about this place for so many years? Why did we take so long to come back.” Those were the very last words I published about a San Miguel restaurant called Chamonix back on May 6, 2018. It had been eleven years between visits when I wrote it. It took...
“Every time we fly out of Mexico City Airport, I want to arrive the day before and have dinner at Il Fiorino.” Don Day’s Wife said that to me last week. And, when I pointed out to her that the cost of the hotel would add another two or three thousand pesos to the cost...
It was November and, in November, Don Day’s Canadian friend Peter goes deer hunting. And in November, Don Day’s Wife always has the same message for Peter, “Don’t let the butcher trash those shanks; bring ’em on home to me.” This November, Peter was in Canada, we were...
Carlos Sanchez was the first San Miguelense I ever met. He greeted our car from the airport, he took our bags, he shook my hand, and he introduced himself as the house manager of the home we had rented on Pila Seca. There was something I liked about Carlos Sanchez....
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