Tin Fork
"Can you believe it?" Hank says. "The Yankee Clipper's shoes."
Guess it's a macho thing, like I have to match-o Gustavo to show I ain't no lily-livered gringo afraid to eat tongue.
"I have the soup every time. That's every week, for ten years!"
"The supplier I found was throwing away the extras from all the organically grown filet mignons he was cutting."
"Ricky's is as near as you'll get to what the founding fathers ate."
Something about the flavor of that goat cheese, and what the pear does to it.
For a moment, I'm almost man enough to accept a couple of challenges from the lunch menu.
"Uh, guys, I appreciate the business, but your scooter is scaring away customers."
"Dahling. Beverly's offered to take us to lunch. You can hear all the prose we've written."
If it’s done right, the bubbling cheese cements the tortillas together.