My parents live in Glen Ellen. In the summer, Sonoma is where I flee from San Francisco’s summer fog. Although this side of the wine country might be more white-bread than the city, it’s hardly lacking in Latin flavor. And Highway 12 is where to find it.
Highway 12, otherwise known…
The Mercado de la Merced is the largest market in the second largest city in the world (think of it as 18 million mouths to feed). It’s a feast for the eyes and as you approach the market you encouter a riot of noise.
As Joe puts it about his latest…
We arrived in San Miguel de Allende, a town that’s known for being both breathtaking—hilly, narrow cobblestone-lined roads, incessant church bells, golden rooftop sunsets, cinematic turns everywhere you look—and, because of this, full of wealthy visitors from Mexico City and a lot of retirees (a.k.a. newfound artists), including many American…
A Swedish chef in San Francisco running an Italian restaurant comes to cook Cal-Mexican for Tacolicious’s farmers market stand. Hooray for America.
First taco memory?
Being from Sweden, unfortunately it was at Taco Bell. Also, although it’s not a true taco, in Sweden, we make something similar called a…