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Top 5 Reasons NOT to eat at Casa Maria in Baton Rouge

5. If you order water, you only get one thin layer of ice in your glass, and the water is still warm when you drink it. And after you do drink a little bit of water, realize it's warm, and ask for more ice, you only get as much ice as will fit in your glass now that a little bit of water is gone.

4. When you order queso, which is not found under appetizers, but under dips, you are asked if you'd like yellow or white queso. Because you are curious (and slightly concerned), you ask what the difference (besides the color) is between the two types. Your waitress tells you that yellow is cheddar and that she's not sure what the white is. - And she says people ask her this all the time. - Then she takes a guess: "Mozzarella?" You act surprised and don't really try to hide your disbelief. She assures you that the white queso is better, and the people at the table next to you agree with her. (After all, they have a bowl of white queso on their table). Your waitress then spots a colleague, calls him to your table, and asks him if he knows the origin of the cheese in the white queso. He's not sure, either, but he thinks it's American cheese. When asked which one he likes better, he wholeheartedly supports the white queso. So you order the white queso because now it has been recommended by three different people. (But you secretly feel certain it's made with queso blanco or some type of cheese like that!)

3. After asking in the back, your waitress tells you that the white queso is, in fact, made with American cheese. American cheese? For queso? Do they realize that "queso" is not an English word? We don't go around America saying, "I'd like a slice of queso with some crackers, please." No! We eat a slice of cheese with crackers. And here in America, or at least in Texas, "queso," which is a Spanish word, refers to the cheesy dip served at Mexican restaurants.

2. There's an On the Border across the freeway. (Thank goodness!!!!!)

1. You and your husband decide to order fajitas for two, and you'd like a combination of beef and chicken. When it comes time to order, you happen to have food in your mouth, so you try to get your husband to order for you. But he is staring at the menu and won't look up. After the failed attempts, and after swallowing your food, you order "fajitas for two, combo." But you kind of lose it in the process of ordering. You start laughing and can't regain control of yourself. In an attempt to explain yourself, you indicate that you're from Texas, and this is the first time you've eaten Mexican food in Louisiana. In an understanding sort of way, your waitress asks if the menus are different in Texas. Your husband, still staring at the menu, just raises his eyebrows, you laugh some more, and you have no idea what to say to that!! About the fajitas, your waitress then asks, "beef and chicken?" Yes. Combo, please. Then, in an effort to continue the friendliness, (and hoping your waitress doesn't think you've been making fun of her), you ask what her favorite meal is at this restaurant. And she says fajitas. For one. Hmmm. Do they really cook fajitas for one and fajitas for two in a different way? I guess it's something to think about!