Mexican food for dinner... oh my...

So, we decided on Mexican food for dinner. I sure as hell wasn't going to make it so off to a local place, where my daughter pointed out, was made by real Mexicans. I love the whole authentic experience. I'm thinking 'cervaza' (beer for your rednecks). So, we get in, order our food and in no time, it was on the table. The decor in this place is great. Lots of bright colors, real Mexicans and hot food, good food. As the girls are looking around and eating, I notice something moving behind Crash's head on the back of the booth. I lean a bit to the right and yep, there it is... a cockroach. A real live one... I don't want anyone to freak out too much so I sorta casually mention to Crash that its there. She glances over her shoulder and says, " They just wanted to make sure it was a real authentic experience". And, she goes back to eating. I can no longer eat at this point. I'm mesmerized. I finally get the attention of the waiter, who comes over, makes the diagnosis, grabs some napkins and squishes it. It takes something really special to put me off my dinner. I can stomach most anything but it occurs to me that, if they come out to greet us and have dinner with us, their numbers are greater than the 1 I saw. As, we are walking out, Giz says, ' La Cucaracha.... leave it to the Mexicans to make a song about cockroaches'. I love my kids.