It’s a busy night. As I dash into the kitchen Saroya walks out with a plate of tiramisu in each hand. I’m not watching where I’m going. My shoulder catches her in the left eye. “Owwww!” Saroya yelps almost dropping … Continue reading
We need a new dishwasher. Fluvio places an ad in the paper. We’re soon inundated with applicants. Throughout the morning an onslaught of applicants trudge through the front door. They’re all Hispanic men. Hailing from places like Ecuador, El Salvador, … Continue reading
Three priests walk into my bistro. No, this isn’t a setup for some awful joke – three padres sit in my section. They’re dressed in civilian clothes but I make them instantly. Former Catholic seminarians can spot priests a mile … Continue reading
A young woman walks into the Bistro. “Is your restaurant gay friendly?” she asks. “Yes Madam,” I reply. I’ve gotten this question before. “I want to take my partner out for her birthday. We only patronize gay friendly establishments,” she … Continue reading
In my post “Gristle” I alluded to the fact I was working on a book. That’s true. However, it is still in the embryonic stage and I have not committed to anyone or anything. Judging from the comments and emails … Continue reading