Just earlier I had lunch at my new favorite alms-house in the City - much friendlier and more comfortable (and less crowded) than Glide or St. Anthony’s in the Tenderloin. Across from me sat two gentleman, a gay couple, I believe, or just two friends, approaching their twilight years - both elders and one of them at least hard of hearing. They were kind of like Statler & Waldorf from the The Muppet Show as a gay couple: quite funny. I overheard the following exchange:
A [Man One]: My favorite place for breakfast is a little Salvadoran place, it’s as cheap as [name I didn’t catch], and that’s saying a lot, because [name again] is really cheap.
B [Man Two]: What’s the address? Or what’s it called?
A: For $4.95 you get a big plate of scrambled eggs with vegetables, “huevos picados,” plus beans…..
B: What’s it called?
A: ….fried plantains, your choice of fruit, you can have pineapple or mango, I love the fresh pineapple….
B: Where’s this place located?
A: …or you can get it with yuca frita, that’s fried yucca, or you can get it with sweet cream….
A: ….all of that, and tortillas, for just $4.95. It’s really a beautiful bargain.
B: Just $4.95, you say? Is that only during breakfast hours?
A: It’s right near the corner of 23rd and Mission, next to the Bank of America.