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Café de La Esquina

Between love and tacos, sometimes it’s better to choose tacos. Our series continues where we ask novelists to dine out, then write us something that 1) is a restaurant review; 2) is not a restaurant review.

I’m eating dinner with the man I slept with two years ago, last year, and maybe this year, too. We’re sitting at a weathered picnic table, gorging ourselves on spicy fish tacos and beer. We don’t usually eat out when we see each other because he doesn’t ever have any money. On our first date we ate slices of pizza, standing, because there weren’t any tables available at the restaurant. Once he bought me a bagel the morning after a night of tremendous sex. I can’t recall any other meals we’ve shared besides those. The only reason why we’re out to dinner now is because I offered to pay.

The first time I dated this man we were both nightmares. Both our careers were wounded and whimpering. Also he had just split with his wife and was incapable of expressing any emotion beyond a calculated sexual desire. I was traveling so much my head was spinning and I was looking for a place to land my feelings. “I can’t be your boyfriend,” he told me the third... Continue Reading

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