Tin Fork
“But if it’s so bad for you, how come every single Mexican hasn’t died of a heart attack?”
“It has about 3 grams of fat in it. A regular beef patty has 29.”
“Here’s the problem. The Aztec cook? He left, along with his wife, Michelle.”
“I’m the only person who serves you during your every single entire visit ever.”
“I’ll have the Paysanne. ’Cause, let’s face it, I’m a paysanne at heart.”
It's 2:30 a.m. I swear, it's so tombstone quiet here in Coronado you can hear a penny drop. I know 'cause I just dropped one. Searching my pockets to see if I have enough for …
“We’re going to transform it into an up-market place. But still affordable.”
“They rub the meat with salt, garlic, spices. You’ll taste all those good rubbings, all right.”
“Sweet tacos? Yeah, right. And you found Bigfoot munching there, too, I suppose?”