I first saw him on my visit to the restaurant he and my friend work at. Just his head was visible from the little window that allows customers to see the kitchen, and the waiters to place the orders. I order eggs cooked in a Spanish style, a pretty dish with pink sauce around the … Continue Reading ››

He carefully and meticulously stacked the cans on the shelf.  He swept the floor and gathered everything into the dustbin.  He looked around and wiped his forehead before heading behind the cash register.  He then wiped his hands on the towel behind the counter before handling the items on the conveyer belt. “ Is this everything?” … Continue Reading ››

She walks quickly and lightly, a slight pattering of feet as she rushes back and forth behind the counter. Her glossy black hair is set in a ponytail and all loose ends are secured under a red baseball cap. Anna Sanchez is a small, petite, young lady but her large, spherical brown eyes and her … Continue Reading ››

A typical day for Mr. Gomez is exactly like this one, just the right amount of customers. He works in a Deli on Jackson Height/ Roosevelt Avenue, something that he describes as “too noisy!” Mr. Gomez came from Ecuador back in 1994, because his uncle kept calling him here to help out with his business. … Continue Reading ››