My Mexican Kitchen

It's not often that Pátzcuaro is blessed by an attractive new restaurant, especially one that offers an ample variety of well seasoned d...

Every year during our summer visit to New Jersey, we have made it a tradition to meet our niece and her husband at a restaurant midway betwe...

We don't usually stay in expensive hotels, but for our annual visit to the U.S., we went First Class. Not only did we book Business Firs...

A Classic Continental Breakfast First of all, let me say that I am not an aficionado of Continental breakfasts. Nor am I drawn to Bed ...

Cabbages may be Kings in the Pátzcuaro Mercado. But even a King needs to be purified. Mexico's mercados are a joy to the dedicated ...

Here're THE RIVINGTONS, for your entertainment:   ( Of course, this video and song has absolutely nothing to do with today's di...

Dedicated to my Mother, Helen; my Grandma Ann; Minnie, our Italian American neighbor, and especially to my Uncle Irwin, who fixed me spaghe...

Pescado en Hoja Santa at El Muelle, Oaxaca. A simple, and picante version. I am not a cooker of fish. We prefer to eat fish in marisq...

Emilio's Grill looks like a fast food outlet in the Gastronómico food court, sandwiched between a bank, a Blockbuster and the Home Depot...

The tomato may have originated in México (or in the Andes), but among tomato connoisseurs, the Mexican grown fruit/berry of the nightshade S...