I don’t think I’d ever had a mango until I was in my thirties and visited my parents in Florida. Bright yellow mangos, amber rum, rosy red cranberry juice and a turquoise Hamilton Beach blender created the cocktail de jour of the senior set and it only took an evening...
Back in March, as I was counting the votes for this year’s Smarts, the awards that honor San Miguel de Allende’s favorite restaurants, I made a little promise to myself. I had to get my bum back on the chairs of some of those old dependables, those very good...
You know those times when you feel totally inadequate and just want to curl up in a ball and roll away from all reality and responsibility. Thursday night salsa dancing at San Miguel’s La Hacienda de Guadalupe is one for me. From the waist up, my body mostly...
Give a man a fish and you’ll feed him for a day. Give a man directions to La Isla and you’ll feed him for a lifetime. I’m a stickler when it comes to fresh and certain foods. I’ll buy frozen beef. But I won’t buy frozen poultry. I’ll buy frozen shrimp. But I won’t buy...
About 15 years ago I had a concept for a restaurant. The menu would be an exotic journey through all the great cuisines of Asia. I was never wealthy enough, talented enough or foolish enough to make it a reality. But somebody else was. Somebody else had very much the...
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