TWO old Jewish men, Sid and Abe, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant one day.
Sid asks Abe: “Do you know if any people of our ancestry were ever born and raised in Mexico?”
Abe replies: “I don’t know, let’s ask our waiter.”
When the waiter comes to their table, Abe 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 Mexican Jews.”
Abe isn’t satisfied and asks, “Are you absolutely sure?”
The waiter, realising he is dealing with a couple of ‘gringos’, replies: “I check once again, senor,” and returns to 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 Manuel, he say there is no Mexican Jews.”
“Are you certain?” Abe 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, Tomato Jews and Apple Jews — but no Mexican Jews.”