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
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, he say there is no
'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.'