from the edge of the deep green sea

Just came back from “México Lindo” a restaurant (don’t know if it can be called like that) in the corner of Central Avenue and Alvarado Niles Road in union City, CA. As I opened the door, I was hoping to enter a somewhat authentic mexican atmosphere, but was immediately greeted with some dance hip-hop shit. Well, I had been driving for a while and was hungry, so I just waited to be sitted.

I chose a table close to the entrance, where I had a panoramic view of what was going on in the restaurant. Next to me was a table of about 20+ people, all Mexican who were (I guess) celebrating something. The waiter came over and handed me the menu. I immediately asked if he spoke Spanish and I started asking him questions on the menu, every question he replied back with an English answer. This started to get on my nerves, if I switch from English to Spanish, it’s because I would like to continue the conversation in SPANISH, but no, this dip-shit came back with “More chips?” “Another beer?”, and my blood boiled every time.

I then switch my attention to the table next to me. People stood up and come over to talk to the elderly couple at the end of the table. Everyone who came over was speaking in English, and even though it was pretty good English, there was an accent anyone could detect.

So my question is, what the fuck? Have Mexicans in California reached that point where they rather sacrifice their heritage in order to look seem more ‘american’? I just got back from México (Monterrey and México City) and the people down there were incredibly amazing and authentic, funny and proud to be from México. The people I saw tonight were pathetic at best, you don’t change who you are by speaking a fucking language. Oh, and the food fucking sucked, which is entirely my fault, can’t expect much when Shakira is playing at an ‘authentic’ mexican joint.