A very attractive woman. And very attractive fries. At Don Valente.

A very attractive woman. And very attractive fries. At Don Valente.

It was around 15 years ago when I first laid eyes upon her. Up from Mexico City she was, pedalling bicycles in a hold ’em tournament. Now you may think that life as a dealer only requires minimal skills. You cut, you count, you shuffle, you deal. But there are many...

Cha Cha Cha. The sequel’s as good as the original.

”Let’s do the time warp again.” We walked into the place singing a little Rocky Horror ditty. 13 years had gone by and nothing had changed. The same whitewashed walls in a room best described as a garage. The same mismatched furniture. The same in-your-face...
Memories of Woolworth’s. At City Market. Really.

Memories of Woolworth’s. At City Market. Really.

A little over 60 years ago I entered the wonderful world of working. The most wonderful part…OK, maybe the only wonderful part…was the day that each and every week, Mr. O’Leary, aka Chief, would walk around with these little brown envelopes that were perfectly sized...
A feast for the eyes, the tongue and the wallet. At La Mar. 

A feast for the eyes, the tongue and the wallet. At La Mar. 

If you’re like me, you have grandkids. And if you’re like me, you’re constantly (and usually unsuccessfully) trying to lure them down to San Miguel de Allende. “But, Grampie, there’s no sand, no sea.” I’d been almost ready to try a somewhat shady tactic. “You come to...