ribbing che

The world is filled with jokes.  Some of them unintended.

Mozart and Haydn sprinkled their compositions with the mischievous musical variety  Da Vinci used his paintings to pull our collective leg.

Even San Miguel de Allende knows how to make us laugh.  When I saw this sign, I chuckled so hard I could hardly control the camera.

Naming a restaurant, which serves large slabs of slaughtered beef, after one of the butchers of the twentieth century is absolutely brilliant.  Rather like the Pol Pot Hot Pot.  Mao Grilled Chicken.  Or Fox Trotsky.

That might be a great concept for a restaurant.  The Despot Diner.  With Franco-Spanish spaghetti.  Hitler wurst-than-you-can-imagine.  The Castro blue plate special -- served on an empty blue plate.

But the owners of El Che did me one better, they stuck their eponymous icon behind bars.  Quite the visual jokers.

Wednesday afternoon I wandered through the central area of San Miguel.  As always, there was plenty of activity.  Primarily of the Disney variety.  I will share some of those experiences later in the week -- or next week.

In addition to taking in the sights, I was looking for an internet café.  Babs thoughtfully ordered internet for the casita last week.  Telmex unthoughtfully has failed to pull the connecting switch.  Something about an overloaded server. Just technical enough to bump irritation into confusion.

So, I went in search of an alternative.
 

And I found one.  Nothing fancy -- few Mexican internet cafés are.  But it served my purpose.  Yesterday’s -- and today’s -- posts would still be in my computer if I had not.

I also managed to score tickets for the last weekend of the International Chamber Music Festival.  The Atlanta Chamber Players will perform on Thursday, Friday, and Sunday evening.  At $450 (Mx) -- about $34 (US) -- each, the tickets are a true bargain.

And, who knows, I may even hear a few musical jokes.  If not, I may order a rare steak at El Che -- for the irony, if nothing else.