"Gracious Burrito Senor Sombraro" is the extent of my Spanish and I probably spelled most of those words wrong.

(whereas my dad went on a mission to Chile and STILL speaks Spanish in his sleep. He also made me name my cat "Preciossa" which I can't spell now and I certainly couldn't spell when I was 5. I called her "Pressy")

Me? I start sweating when I go to a Mexican restaurant that doesn't have pictures on the menu



As a side note that is kilt-related, my husband has gone to several Chinese restaurants and his karate class in a kilt.