Menu of the day, Sant Antoni, Barcelona

- Pepe, bring me an orujo.
- OK.
- And Pepe, (sotto voce) can you fix me up with a sweet young thing this afternoon?
- Of course.
- I mean a really sweet young thing, Pepe.
- Fine.
The consumer was a chubby, sweaty, little man in his late 20s. I would have said he was a clerk, but clerks died out a while ago when, according to Karl Kraus, everyone went into journalism. I don’t know if bloggers have something of the clerk about them.

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