just call my two-fingers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2002.10.28
Charlie and I were downtown, so we decided to drop in at Hernando's for lunch. After we'd eaten, the waitress looked at me, and asked, "Are you... 'Two-Fingers'?"
Charlie looked at me, baffled. I nodded at her, and admitted I was. It's a nick-name they gave me back when I frequented the Front St. location. It referred to my habit of drinking their 'Dos Dedos' tequila (Dos Dedos means 'two fingers' in Spanish). I was surprised that she remembered me; it's been almost three years since I went in there on anything approaching a regular basis. She told me that I was the only one who even drank the stuff!