We take beer to the next level by adding lime, salt, tomato juice, salsa, chile, and anything we can find to make the perfect michelada.
We kill it at soccer games with our very original cheers, something like “Ehhhhhhhhhh, p*to!”
We get hopelessly disappointed after reading the menu at restaurants that claim to be Mexican. It is just not even close to the real thing.
Life’s best little pleasures for us is finding lime and salsa at lunchtime.
We are sure we can improve any kind of food by making a taco out of it.
We miss homemade tortillas and homemade salsa more than we miss our family.
In case there is still a little doubt, yes, we are always thinking about food.
We feel patriotic on September 16, not Cinco de Mayo.
We take pride in our mariachi music, and we love singing along.
We’ve all had and awkward moment while trying to greet people with hugs and kisses.
We want to sing “Las mañanitas” before start eating a birthday cake.
For some weird reason, we believe being abroad automatically gives us immunity against tequila, and when we realize otherwise, it’s too late.
…But, we always look at the bright side, and the bright side of hangover is: chilaquiles.
We know no such thing as “small parties.” When we get together, there is at least fifteen of us, making noise as if we were fifty.
Saying “no” is one of the hardest things for a Mexican to do, so please understand how confused we are when you say it to us.
We make friends easily, and we start calling them güey, or its equivalent in the local language.
Contrary of what the world may think, when we order a beer, Corona is never our first choice.
We talk to our family every day, whether through Facebook, phone calls or whatsapp, we keep in touch and always know what’s new with them.
We tip servers 10%. More than that is just too much.
We have a special talent to find the dirty meaning of everything you say.