He sat down and ate. The guy in the bathroom finally left so he could piss. he sat down, ate his spicy chimichanga and blew through it, sipping on his Corona. He enjoyed drinking what's appropriate. He had a chimichanga, black beans, and onion rings.

        The waiter came over. "Please tell me, why do "authentic" Mexican places cater to american culture? Why can I order burgers or onion rings with my chimichanga? Why can I get Budweiser and miller? Why do they stoop so low to cater to the silly american? If I go to a Mexican place. I want to be able to eat Mexican without the incessant integration of shit that you can get anywhere. I want nothing but Mexican. Don't let these asshole eat pizza shop onion rings, baked potatoes and pizza. Jesus. Make them eat Mexican." He ranted. 

      "I don't know sir, I just bring the food." "Another Corona please." 

He continued eating. A few moments later the waiter returned.

    "How is it?" They always ask when you're stuffing your face. "I'm dripping and my fingers are dirty and so is my face and my hands are full. Jesus ask me later. It's all gone isn't it? How do you think it is?" 

      "Okay good." The waiter walked away nodding.

He finished and sipped on his Corona. He brought a notebook. He forgot the line he was going to write in the car on the way here. He was supposed to waltz in with his notebook and sit in the window somewhere for an hour while he waited, some Mexican cafe or fast-casual place. Instead this was a sit down restaurant. "Ready for the check?" 

   "Yes." The waiter came back moments later and dropped it off. He looked at his bill.

    "Jesus! I payed 6 bucks for this Corona! Fuck me." He got up, tossed his money down, and grabbed his half-empty corona. At least it had lime in it. The Chimichanga was good, but not work $15. He walked toward the door.

    "SIR! You can't leave with any alcohol!" The waiter yelled after him from the back of the place.

     "I payed 6 dollars for it, I'm taking it with me!" He yelled back. "BUT SIR..."

He kicked the door open. He wasn't followed. Fuck 'em.