An easy, breezy, Sunday, and a pretty relaxed day, foodwise, on our end of things. We’d read a bit about Santo Coyote, Lerdo de Tejada 2379 – it gets good writeups as a place to try good, if not great, versions of local fare. And it turns out that on the weekends, they offer a… Read More Guadalajara VII
I have mixed feelings about how our Tequila Day went. We’d originally been planning on joining a small group tour with a guy who’s got a pretty good reputation out there for a much more in-depth and, for lack of a better term, artesanal tour than most of the bus and such groups. But as… Read More Guadalajara VI
The chef of Cortéz, Nico Mejía, where I’ve eaten twice, gave us some recommendations for places to eat. Two of them were for breakfast, Jeff’s favorite meal of the day. I normally don’t eat breakfast, just have coffee, but part of that’s because breakfasts in Buenos Aires, bluntly, suck, consisting of coffee and overly sweet… Read More Guadalajara V
My youngest brother Jeff arrived early in the morning, and once he got settled in, we headed out to breakfast, his favorite meal of the day. A classic spot in Guadalajara we were clued into is La Chata, Av. Corona 126 in the center of town. Two plates of fried eggs with avocado, cheese, and… Read More Guadalajara IV
And, on to day 3, the last day of classes. Tons of food again, but this time I was really careful, and for the most part, just had a bite of each dish. Enchiladas mineras – cheese filled tortillas that have been dipped in adobo and then flash fried in a pan, served over… Read More Guadalajara III
We made so much food today in the second class of the trio…. Let’s start with the new ingredients: Tomatillos. I’ve worked with them before, but not much. Nopales – cactus pads. I’ve eaten them, but never worked with them. Banana leaves. Pork brains. I’ve worked with beef ones, but never pork. Mamey. Never seen… Read More Guadalajara II
I’ve reached a point in life, I’ve realized. There are only so many cities and towns and villages that I can visit and wander around the streets snapping photos of plazas and churches and statues and historic spots. Not a physical limit, though I suppose that exists, but an intellectual one, a spiritual one, an… Read More Guadalajara I
Not all the gourmet burgers of Buenos Aires are located in the touristy and expat areas stretching from San Telmo through Centro, Recoleta and on to Palermo. There are actually burgers further afield…. Now that’s a good looking burger. Unfortunately, it’s all looks. I’m at La Marguerite, a little café at 11 de Septiembre 1888,… Read More Burgers in the Outfield