Two Jewish men, Sid and Al, were sitting in a Mexican restaurant.
Sid asked Al, ‘Are there any people of our faith born and raised in Mexico ?’
Al replied, ‘I don’t know, let’s ask our waiter.’
When the waiter came by, Al asked him, ‘Are there any Mexican Jews?’
The waiter said, ‘I don’t know Senor, I’ll ask the cooks.’
He returned from the kitchen in a few minutes and said ‘No sir, no Mexican Jews.’
Al wasn’t really satisfied with that and asked, ‘Are you absolutely sure?’
The waiter, realizing he was dealing with ‘Gringos’ gave the expected answer, ‘I will check again, Senor,’ and went back into the kitchen.
While the waiter was away, Sid said, ‘I find it hard to believe that there are no Jews in Mexico, our people are scattered everywhere.’
The waiter returned and said, ‘Senor, the head cook said there is no Mexican Jews.’
‘Are you certain?’ Al asked once again. ‘I can’t believe there are no Mexican Jews!’
‘Senor, I ask EVERYONE,’ replied the exasperated waiter. ‘All we have is Orange Jews, Prune Jews, Tomato Jews, and Grape Jews’.