Tin Fork
Oh, man. Ria wants nuts and twigs. I’m dreaming of fish and chips. Splots of malt vinegar. Cocktail sauce. Greasy, crispy chunks of cod. “Ho-kay,” says Ria. “Your funeral, buddy. Know how many calories and …
Cucarachas? Never thought I’d be eating them tonight. But, Barrio Logan is full of surprises. This new Baja bar-eatery, El Pulpo, has sprouted up in what’s becoming “downtown” Barrio Logan. Tonight, Friday, sunset’s glowering over …
“Usually, you’ll hear the roar down here, guys yelling when a race is entering the last stretch.”
“The methane that cattle produce warms the world 20 times faster than auto emissions.”
“No!” says Carmen. “Finish first. You will eat my camarones hot.”
Out on Park. Just come from NewSchool of Architecture. Lecture by this guy who wants to “depave” the world and “rewild” the cities. Oh, man, if only we could. Of course, the talk and questions …
“Shin-nyen kwhy-ler,” says Dong Ha. “Happy New Year! Mandarin. What they’d say in Beijing.”
“He wants some food,” says Marianna. “But he only eats raw fish.”
Hmm... Keep thinking of that warm bar with the hugging hostess.
Five minutes later she arrives with my steaming torta. All wrapped in its own papoose.
“Our regulars?” she says when I ask what they eat. “Anything with gravy. Lakeside loves gravy.”
‘Do you know how to operate this projector?” asked H.R. Haldeman, President Nixon’s chief of staff. “Sure,” said Tony Vasquez. And from that day on, Tony, the guy sitting next to me at the counter, …
“Let’s stop right here, take it all home. Then fry it all up for breakfast tomorrow. Yes?”
“Name’s Ken,” says the guy on the right. “As in ‘Ken, still looking for Barbie.’"
“It’s fresh, not processed, and have you ever seen a fat Japanese guy? Except for sumo wrestlers?”