“Welcome home”, said the woman in the monogrammed mask, as we walked through the glass doors into Kenten’s S.M.A. “Welcome home”, I thought. Do I know this woman? Have I been here before? How drunk was I? It was almost two hours later, heading out through those same...
In Mexico, I drink a lot of Mexican wine. In Canada, where I’m holed up these days, I drink none. Not one single bottle. Despite what you may hear about the international success of Mexican wineries, there is only one winery that I know of who has distribution here,...
I wrote what’s written below back in early March when San Miguel de Allende was still open for business. The “gentlemen who lunch” met at Crow that day to experience two very different but very tasty cantina specialties that are virtually impossible to find anywhere...
Pizza restaurants are like sports teams. Almost everyone has a favorite. Almost everyone cheers for their favorite. And almost everyone likes to tell other pizza lovers why their favorite should also be your favorite. I eagerly watched a discussion…some might...
They’ve never been places I’d purposefully go out to. They’re more places I’d just end up at when I’d go out. And, most often…which was very often…after a drink or two or maybe three. I’m talking about taco stands. The most basic yet the ultimate Mexican...
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