On a frigid winter night, a man wearing two coats shuffles into a brightly lit brick restaurant in downtown Madrid. Staff greet him warmly; he’s been here many times. The maître d’ stamps his ID card, and the hungry man selects a table with a red tablecloth, under a big brass chandelier.
The man, Luis Gallardo, is homeless — and so are all the diners, every night, at the city’s Robin Hood restaurant. Its mission is to charge the rich and feed the poor. Paying customers at breakfast and lunch foot the bill for the restaurant to serve dinner to homeless people, free of charge.
It’s become Spain’s most sought-after lunch reservation. The restaurant has poached staff from luxury hotels. Celebrity chefs are lining up to cook once a week. For paying clients, the lunch is fully booked through the end of March.
The restaurant opened in early December, and is run by an 80-year-old Catholic priest, Ángel García Rodriguez, whom everyone knows simply as “Padre Ángel.”
I’ve started keeping a journal of all of my favorite quotes from my favorite books. I love looking back on a passage and remembering how it felt when I read it for the first time. How do you guys keep track of your favorite quotes?
What is it with hideously grotesque puppets?! The concept of a floppy, articulated humanoid dancing around on some strings or worn like a glove is kinda unsettling to begin with… why the hell would you also make them utterly revolting to look at?
<b>Edward:</b> You two would stay up late talking and laughing, discussing theories that no one knows the answer to. This is also the time that Ed gets silly affectionate, so he'll woo you from romantic riddles and cheesy jokes to Eskimo kisses. "I'll keep you forever," he'll promise, "How'd I get so lucky?"<p/><b>Oswald:</b> Old stories from the past. You two would laugh at all the childhood shenanigans and comfort each other when needed. You guys telling each other things you wouldn't tell anyone else. He'll rub his thumb over your hand, planting a kiss on your knuckle every now and then. "You're my best friend," he says as he drifts off into a peaceful sleep. You always manage to get his mind off stress.<p/><b>Jerome:</b> Laughter that makes your stomach sore. Jerome loves your laugh and finds it addictive. He thinks you're beautiful, even if you snort or crinkle your eyes and nose when you laugh. Gosh, he can't get enough of it. You saying "Goodnight, Jerome," A thousand times, but he just cracks a silly joke and you guys continue talking throughout the night.<p/></p>