¿Que?
I’m at my favourite local Mexican restaurant, a little family owned hole-in-the-wall. Perhaps it goes without saying, but the entire staff is latino and spanish-speaking.
Yet here I am, sitting next to a middle-aged white woman who is intent on translating the components of her order to the server. She clarifies she wants “carnitas, which is pork” to the waitress no less than three times throughout the order. She also wants “salsa verde; that’s the green one.” Luckily, she drew the line at explaining what a chile relleno was, and spared us all that final potential lesson.