Mexican Brouhaha

My wife's Aunt and Uncle came to visit last weekend. Aunt Fanny was born and raised in Oklahoma, but lives in Detroit now.

Aunt Fanny is certain that you can't get good Mexican food in Detroit. Don't bother trying to tell her otherwise; she won't listen. She is also convinced that Casa Bonita has the very best Mexican food ever.

There are two problems with this assertion. One is a bit subjective: Casa Bonita really was more of a fast-food place. The other is much more concrete: They don't exist anymore.

And so, with some reluctance, Aunt Fanny found herself out to dinner with the family at Ted's Cafe Escondido, which is a very nice place down on 71rst in Tulsa.

"Oh," she said, looking around. "Isn't this *just* like Casa Bonita?"

"NO." said my father-in-law, rather firmly. "This is much better."

Aunt Fanny deflated a bit. "I just meant with the decorations and all..."

Captain Sensitivity stomped on her dreams once again. "It's Mexican. There's only so many ways to dress it up."

At the end of the meal, the waitress brought by some sopapillas. Aunt Fanny insisted on calling them "sopapapillas", with an extra "pa". It reminded me of a joke from a Terry Pratchett novel about a lady who wanted to know how to stop spelling "banana".

Ah, family. *shudder*