Living In Mexico: Sugar And Spice But Not Always Nice Part 5
There is a great restaurant in town where I love to eat steak. It is cheap, though they don’t offer the best cuts of meat. However, the steak is tender, comes with a load of sides, and is cooked perfectly for my tastes. It is a popular place and listed in all the guidebooks. I’ve even referred people to it. The ambience is 20th-century jazz and very classy. The location is also perfect and easy as pie to find.
I don’t know if a tourist would notice this or not, but when Gringos come into the place, they seemed to be served last, and only after the Mexicans are served. We’ve been in there when we’ve been seated and not so much of a smile is brought to our table until all the Mexicans get their orders taken and meals served. Once, we sat there and sat there while the waiters seated and served Mexicans who came in twenty minutes after we were seated.
That was the last time we ate in this place we loved.
My boycott of it did not occur until after I confirmed this with at least four other gringos. They too have been treated like this.
I’ve tried asking...