I am such a snob about American Culture and would never enter a U.S. franchise when abroad. Yesterday I got my comeupance! We were in Querataro (sp?) and I ordered a Quesidella Especial. Halfway into it my lips and gullet were a thousand points of fire! The Especial must have been xxx chilli. I grabbed money from Bruce, flung myself out of the restaurant, across the plazza and into the arms of my savior - Mr. Baskins-Robins! It was a 2 scoop alarm. Thank you America!

Another funny thing in Queratro was buying a silver necklace. I verified it was sterling & got it home only to discover it was made in Italy. Moral of these stories: never assume you know what you're doing! --N