You order a Margarita, because, after all, that’s why you came in. You
want the real thing, not some green mix out of a bottle that you get
in the big city back home that always makes you wish you could come to
a place like this. And then the waitress, Esmeralda - you’re on a
first name basis already because she was smiling so brightly and
seemed so happy - brings your Margaritas. And you take that first sip.
And then the second. And maybe even a third.