I’d say this guy’s sign pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole immigration thing. And, let me tell you, I love authentic Mexican burritos.

By the way, there’s a great Mexican-owned restaurant in Roswell, Ga., called Mr. Taco.

Now, first of all, I don’t know how you can drive by a place called Mr. Taco. What a fantastic name! I can’t believe it’s not a chain.

Secondly, a Taco Bell sits across the street from Mr. Taco. Whenever I drive by (on my way to Mr. Taco), I always see customers in the Taco Bell. Who are these people who would rather eat corporate Mexican food instead of authentic Mexican burritos from a place called Mr. Taco?

Thirdly, the reason Mr. Taco is so good is because no one in the joint can speak any English. I’ve tried to have a conversation with the clerks on numerous occasions. I just get friendly, wide grins in response.

Which bring’s me to Duffy’s Law of Mexican Food:

No Habla Englais = Good Mexican Food