Lou, as you know, to 99% of us gringos, everyone from south of San Diego is "Mexican"
LOL
entertaining story
ah, ya... but I'm from San Francisco and speak mit out accent -- did 20 in the USAF. And thanks for the compliment.
Anywhos, I was looking for something else and came across this. Since we're talking about steaks now (and given your avatar), thought I'd throw this snippet in from the 2010 CSI 10Ball Open. I eat hamburger but it was at a Morton's.
(insert flashback music)
For dinner I head over to Morton’s steak house figuring I’ll sit at the bar, have a couple of beers and one of their prime beef burgers. All is going according to plan until two guys sit down next to me. That would be two *wise guys* complete with razor cut hair, dark suits, and watches that probably cost more than your car and my car put together.
The bartender, Jennifer, comes around the bar and kisses them both on the cheeks. And then one of the guys gets up and comes over to me and says, “Would you mind moving over a bit.” And I’m like, "Sure, no problem." But I can tell it wasn't exactly a question. Then the guy says, “No. We’ll just move this extra bar stool out of the way and we’ll all have plenty of room.” The guy removes the stool to my left and I scoot over a little extra giving him plenty of elbow room on my right.
Both guys order the salmon (which is brought over by two servers in tuxes -- my burger is brought out by the bartender). All the while “the guys” are talking about an apartment in Miami and an unidentified guy who has "taken ill” and now I’m REALLY glad we all have plenty of room, because I’m picturing in my mind, that if I accidentally bump the "guy" nearest me, he might just grab one of the big over-sized serrated wooden-handled steak knives they give you at Morton’s and repeatedly stab me in the chest before ordering his dessert.
"The guys" finish their dinners and another server in a tux comes over with a silver tray and offers them complimentary after-dinner drinks. Jennifer the bartender slides my check across the bar and I gratefully pay up and make my way back to The Strip.
Lou Figueroa