"I ran away from home when I was 16," she says when I get nosy.
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Stories by Ed Bedford
Judith made this whole gig happen, I mean Tin Fork and the cheap-eats world she gave me. Actually, it wouldn't have happened without Carla either. She met Judith first and must have mentioned this layabout …
"I brought this idea to the colonia. It's upper-middle-class around here."
Johnny's 72 and is most famous locally for being kissed on the cheek by Sophia Loren.
At least half the menu's devoted to the sacred ritual: breaking the overnight fast.
"They remember when it took three days to get up here from Mission Beach. Three days!"
I sit down, in shock. Feel like I've just found Howard Hughes.
"Just be there when I get back? Please? Here. A sawbuck. Beer on me, okay?"
"Don't let me down. Don't steal this from me. Don't be one of the 40 thieves."
Soon she's telling us about the fight she had trying to cuff this giant fellow she was arresting.
"The sausage patties were so big, my date brought one home and we made a pizza from it."
"You walked all the way from the Coaster? Try the Ironman sandwich."
"We have been using spoons and forks since the present king's grandfather."
"I'm here once a week. Rehearse with the San Diego Symphony, then straight up here."
"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.
“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 …