"I'll have a kwez-a-dilla, but I don't want any cheese," the woman said after close to five minutes of deliberation.
"Ma'am, a quesadilla is cheese between two tortillas," said the cashier.
"Oh, hmm ... then I'll just have a tay-co."
Her barrier to ordering may have been the language, but I sometimes feel that we're suffering from the same problem in Kansas City. I post that I've never been to Manny's and I get a whole world of strong responses about where my time should be spent on Southwest Boulevard. I'm still mystified by the love for Taco Via. When it comes to Mexican food in Kansas City, it seems as though we're talking different languages.
Is it just that the category is too broad? Why can't we seem to agree on who makes righteous Mexican food?