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 back at the table, Al asks him, "Are there any Mexican Jews?"
The waiter says, "I don know, Senor, I as de cook." He returns from the kitchen a few minutes later and says,
"No, Senor, de cook he say no Mexican Jews."
Al isn't satisfied and asks, "Are you absolutely sure?"
The waiter, realizing he is dealing with 'Gringos,' replies, "I sheck agin, Senor."
While the waiter is away, Sid says, "I find it hard to believe that there are no Jews in Mexico at all. Our people are scattered everywhere on the globe to the four winds.
The waiter returns and says, "Senor, de boss cook say dere is no Mexican Jews."
Al asks, "Are you certain? I just can't believe there are no Mexican Jews."
The exasperated waiter says, "Senor, I ass EVERYONE. I yam vary sorrie. All we hass is Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews and Tomato Jews."
