Pepa's Sleepy Time Gazpacho

Or: Two Spaniards Walk into a Bar...

When a statuesque woman with a tremendous hooked nose walked through the front door of El Teddy’s, I could not stop staring. She was more striking than outright beautiful, and immediately commanded the attention of everyone in the place. I would have referred to her as jolie laide, if I’d known what it meant then, but I was twenty-three and nowhere near…