It’s about my good-time buddy Frankie Cisco and I couldn’t put it better myself. He died early last year. We all chipped in the $1400 sisters, friends, Carla, and I to buy this bench and plaque for him. The City of Coronado, his hometown, chose this spot right outside the police station. Nobody’s gonna steal his bench. Not from here. Cisco would have enjoyed that.
“This wood will outlast all of us,” says Rudy, the Coronado city official who made it happen.
“Okay,” I say. “Let’s each sit here and have a picture taken with Frankie’s plaque. Then let’s go eat. Jimmy’s place.”
Jimmy and Cisco were good friends. They were both into music. Both knew Thailand. Jimmy took over the Fish Company a couple of years ago. It has a green canopy and a riot of flowers in window boxes and sidewalk tables with upside-down wine glasses glinting in the sun.
“I hope they have meat,” says Carla when we get here it’s about three blocks south of Cisco’s bench. “Never been into fish too much.”
Inside’s in two parts. The original space is this small, curved sushi bar; the other is a covered enclosed patio. The patio’s full of big white wooden tables set on a concrete floor that has, like, octopuses imprinted into it. The ceiling’s covered in upside-down green-and-red-and-white Thai umbrellas.
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