Yeah, we were in Ensenada, but you were wearing an Angels T-shirt, so fuck it. You and your bro pals were at Ensenada's Mercado Negro, the legendary fish market filled with gorgeous catches from the Sea of Cortez. But you asked one of the fishmongers, “Do you have mahi mahi?” When he said no, you replied, “What about yellowtail?” Nope. “We'll make fish tacos somehow,” you muttered to your bro pals, as hundreds of fish stared at you. Ugly American, thy name is you.
