“We are gathered here to fully enjoy this creation. Amen!”
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Stories by Ed Bedford
“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?”
“Even the ground meat’s kosher, for Jewish and Muslim customers.”
“Feeling sick? Try Israel’s Tonic! Garlic, ginger, cayenne pepper, lemon, apple, beet, and carrot."
“It’s so strong, they have banned it on Paris public transport.”
“There must be some damned thing I can afford in there. Hell, I’m worth it.”
“You get judges, ministers, teachers as customers because there’re always interesting tastes.”
“We know people from all over, but the number of American Sikhs in town is probably not even 30.”
“It was a little shack. It had no roof. But he worked so hard, he fed my parents.”
Have you ever been caught between San Diego and National City? A man could starve in this eddy and not be found for months. I've been walking south through Barrio Logan, trying to find something …
“Who else would be thin, tall, and riding a horse beside a squat fellow on a donkey?”
“I flew Panthers, Corsairs, and Sky Raiders. We sometimes took AA 50-caliber fire.”
“Man, you are so woulda-coulda-shoulda. You can’t enjoy anything anymore.”
I order the gumbo. And just to be sure I fill ye olde gut, a side of sweet potato fries.
“José was so…genteel, so sophisticated. Not like the oafs I was hanging out with.”
“Today in our time zone, tomorrow, yours. It’s gonna be a long haul, mate.”
“What a woman! Her brother claimed she’d been poisoned.”
“You’ve got to stop eating all that bad stuff, dude. You’ve got to get tested.”
“It’s a motorcycle gang. But they’re good people. They do lots of charity rides.”