Can fine cuisine be enjoyed in not so fine surroundings?

Can fine cuisine be enjoyed in not so fine surroundings?

Damn you covid! It was back in November. I’d discovered this new restaurant that looked right, that felt right, but it was indoors and we’d sworn we weren’t doing indoors until the numbers went down. Then, in January, the daily new case numbers in Mexico not only...
Good to the very last scrape.

Good to the very last scrape.

I’ve seen crèpes suzette, bananas foster and cherries jubilee. I’ve seen desserts that bubbled, that sparkled, that smoked. But I’d never seen anything quite like this. We’d already had five courses. But we’d split them. And there were three of us. So there was...
In praise of pork. And Silveyra’s.

In praise of pork. And Silveyra’s.

Poor old pork. Always the bronze medalist. Always seeming to lag behind behind beef and chicken in the popularity poll, despite it often being half the price. That thought was spinning through my head again last week. I was lunching at the relatively new to San Miguel...
Hey Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do.

Hey Lucy, you got some ’splainin’ to do.

Four different people had sent me emails about this new restaurant. But the name of it. Fit&Pig. What the aitch was a fit and pig? Maybe some obscure Mexican food reference? Maybe something like the obscure (to me) ten ten pie? Anyway, one of those four emailers...