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island the building had been in terrible condition, its paint peeling, its gutters hanging in
tatters.
Now, though, it was tarted up with a coat of bright pink paint, its trim picked out
smartly in white relief.
If the old building had resembled Miss Havisham's wedding cake, the new one looked
like Cinderella's.
Coffee house in Isabel Segunda
The sign over the door said,
Jack's Coffee House and Bar
. Caffeine and booze, I
thought. What a winning combination.
We couldn't wait to see what it was all about.
The interior was a zany pastiche of neon signs, neoclassical-style murals, and shell-en-
crusted mirrors.
“My God,” Michael murmured under his breath, “we've died and gone to gay heaven.”
The main section consisted of a rectangular, tall-ceilinged room with a bar on one end
and sofas, tables and lamps ranged across the other. The back wall was punctuated by three
enormous sets of French doors leading onto a spacious, palm-shaded patio.
From behind the bar we were greeted by a familiar face: a friendly young woman who
had formerly run the
Tiki Bar Grill
in Esperanza. She had an endearing way of smiling all
the time and calling everyone “sweetie.”
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