Miguel is from Santiago DC, Galicia, Spain. He is physically and mentally fond of any magnetic tape David Lynch has dealt with, while distancing himself from the hooligans by playing Playstation II and trying to convince the Danish that as they cannot move their non-latin winter-paled white skin and long golden flowing locks to any random Operación Triunfo song (hard to separate the shit from the pig) he cannot and will not entertain their pivo induced fantasy of Miguel the Spanish Gourmet Chef.