I might not have found the Octopus’ Garden Cafe (El Jardín del Pulpo) in La Cruz De Huanacaxtle if it weren’t for the anemones in Monterey, Ca. I know that that’s a crazy statement but it’s true. In Monterey one morning, Eli and I were laying on our stomachs on the dock with our heads […]
Continue reading...18 October 2012
As you may know, I enjoy frequenting cafes. I’ve grown acquainted with a retired man who also visits the cafe who lives across the street from the one that I go to most often. He has three topics of conversation. Ten percent is current news. Another ten percent is bad jokes. The other eighty percent […]
Continue reading...23 August 2012
One of the things I love about cruising and traveling in another country is discovering new ways of doing things with otherwise familiar food. The other night, we went on a taco walk to a nearby seafood place. Which was closed. So far, in Mexico, there is little rhyme or reason that I can determine, […]
Continue reading...27 May 2011
Happy hour comes twice a day at the 8th Street Cafe in Oakland’s Chinatown. There’s an almost cafeteria-like feel to the place, with its nondescript booths and industrial linoleum. The walls are plastered with a hodgepodge mixture that is one part pictures of food, to two parts hand-lettered specials. In Chinese. Because why not? Where […]
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18 February 2013
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