"It was a group effort," Xander defended himself. "Chang's Mexican food!" he suddenly burst out.
"Chang's Mexican food?" Sirius asked as they pulled in to the parking lot of what appeared to be a traditional Mexican restaurant.
"The owner is actually named Kevin," Xander assured him. "He's Chinese and in fact no one who works there is Mexican or named Chang, but the food's good."
"Is it Mexican?"
"Rarely, it depends on who's cooking, what the general mood is and what the theme is."
"They change the interior all the time and that affects what they serve."
"So the menu is always changing," Sirius said with a smile.
"No, the menu stays the same, you just get the equivalent of whatever they are doing. Half the fun is guessing what you'll get."
"Sounds like fun," Sirius decided as they got out of the car.
"It is," Xander assured him as they entered. "I come here all the time."
They both waited a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darker interior as they waited for their host.
"Hello Xander, you're looking wonderful, but didn't I already seat you?" Despite being a thin white male, Dean (according to his nametag) carried off dressing like a young, Mexican, dancing girl surprisingly well.
"Am I already here?" Xander asked curiously.
"I seated you with several lovely young ladies just a few minutes ago," Dean assured him waving towards a table. "See?"
"Seat me with myself, please," Xander requested.
"Ok, but I'm going to give you Ahbed as your server, since Troy is already covering that table and he gets confused when you change orders."
"That'd be fine," Xander assured him.
"It looks like a traditional Mexican restaurant," Sirius said with a frown as he looked around.
"It was Jefferies turn to pick a theme and he chose traditional Mexican, because no one would ever expect it," Dean explained.
Sirius laughed as they followed Dean to a table.