Two older Jewish men, Sid and Ben, were sitting in a Mexican restaurant in Phoenix on one very sunny day.
Sid asked Ben, ‘Do you know of any people of our faith born and reared in Mexico?’
Ben replied, ‘I do not know. We will ask our waiter.’
When the waiter arrived, Ben asked, ‘Are there any Mexican Jews?’
The waiter said, ‘I do not a know senor, I ask the cooks.’ He returned from the kitchen after a few minutes and said, ‘No senor. The cook, he say, ‘No Mexican Jews’.’
Ben, being on the persistent side, was not satisfied and asked, ‘Are you absolutely sure?’
The waiter, realizing he was dealing with a couple of Gringos, replied, ‘I check once again, Senor!’ and went back into the kitchen.
While the waiter was away, Sid said, 'I find it hard to believe there are no Jews in Mexico. Our people are scattered all over the world.'
The waiter returned and said, ‘Senor, the head cook, he say there is no Mexican Jews.’
‘Are you absolutely certain?’ Ben asked again. ‘I just cannot believe there are no Mexican Jews!’
‘SENOR, I ask EVERYONE,’ replied the exasperated waiter. ‘All we have is Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews, and Tomato Jews.’