Getting my goat.

Getting my goat.

Maybe it all started way back in the New Testament. This aversion people have to goats. Check out Matthew 25:32 and you’ll find: And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:...
An open and shut case for these mussels.

An open and shut case for these mussels.

It’s not easy being a musselholic in the middle of a desert. It’s not so much that the restaurants serving mussels come and go. It’s that mussels come and go on their menus. I just tallied up the number of San Miguel restaurants whose mussels I’ve praised in the nine...
“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

“See what the boys in the back room will have.” At Chikatana.

Is there anyone else out there old enough to remember Marlene Dietrich singing that song in Destry Rides Again? I was humming it to myself the other day when Don Day’s Wife and I were having lunch at Chikatana. I was thinking how tough it must be for Aleysha Serrato...
Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

Bringing India to San Miguel. Every Friday.

It had already become a tradition when I lived in London in the late seventies. “Fancy some Indian after the pub closes?” “Pick up some Indian on the way home, please, love.” “Why don’t I just run out and get some Indian; Spurs are on Match of the Day.” It was one of...