Now, it just so happens that Jett speaks Spanish pretty well.
And it seemed to be a pretty authentic family-owned Mexican place.
So, we decide what we want to eat, and our waitress, a lovely Latina girl, in her early 20s, comes to our table to take our order. And Jett rapid-fire places our order in Spanish.
The girl blinks at us for a moment, and then says, in a completely normal American English accent, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish. Grandpa and grandma do."
I love this country. :)