J's latest reminded me of something that happened a couple years ago. Back then, a group of us went to dinner once a week since we were all new to the area and we wanted to explore the restaurant scene. Besides me, the group consisted of A1, A2, and D. It was A1's idea to meet for dinner, and A2's idea to explore dives. D and I share A2's enthusiasm for dives and A1's for eating.
That week, A2 chose a Mexican place just south of downtown. Admittedly, the place wasn't a total dive, but parts of the menu were quite authentic. We saw some interesting items on the menu, including either burritos or tacos containing your choice of filling. Included among the standard carnitas or chicken was something that probably translated to either offal or sausage. Possibly from a cow. A2 had learned French in school, and my command of Spanish doesn't include many useful words. We asked the owner/waitress what it was, and her only reply was, "It's not for you." Meaning we wouldn't like it. I'm sure our group actually would have, but she was insistent and her answer was well-worded, so we dropped it.
The dishes we finally ordered were fantastic, by the way.
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