Two old Jewish men, Sid and Al, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant in Los
Angeles one day. Sid asks Al, 'Do you know of any people of our faith born
and raised in Mexico ?'
Al replies, 'I don't know, let's ask our waiter.' When the waiter arrives,
Al asks, 'Are there any Mexican Jews?'
The waiter says, 'I don't know senor, I ask the cooks.' He returns from the
kitchen after a few minutes and says, 'No senor, the cook say no Mexican Jews.'
Al isn't satisfied and asks, 'Are you absolutely sure?' The waiter, realizing
he is dealing with 'Gringos' replies, 'I check once again, senor!' and goes
back into the kitchen. While the waiter is away, Sid says, 'I find it hard to
believe that there are no Jews in Mexico . Our people are scattered everywhere.'
The waiter returns and says, 'Senor, the head cook Tom say there is no
Mexican Jews.' 'Are you certain?' Al asks again. 'I just can't believe
there are no Mexican Jews!'
'SENOR, I ask EVERYONE,' replies the exasperated waiter, 'All we have is
Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews, and Tomato Jews.'
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