Personal Narrative: My Outsider
My insider/outsider partner was Alicia Garcia. As you can tell by her last name she is Hispanic. I don’t have many Hispanic friends and I am not use to their culture. Starting on the project Alicia told me a little a bit about her heritage. One of the things I asked her was, “Do you celebrate the day of the dead?” I know that might seem like a crazy question to ask, but I the only thing that I truly knew about her culture is what I seen on TV. Alicia said that they do celebrate it to some extent. They don’t actually go to a grave site and light candles for their fallen relatives, but instead have a feast in honor of them. Alicia is the first generation American Hispanic. For my outsider trip, we first went to taco bell. I have heard of taco
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First, I noticed how far this place was from where I live. The restaurant was in Snellville. As we arrived the building was made of this type of stone brick. The roof was made of the red tile shingles you would usually find on the roofs of houses in California. To me when I first entered it smelled like freshly mopped floor. A group of hosts greeted us at the door with a big smile and a “Hola Senoritas!”
The El Patron music was playing and it was a happy vibe flowing through the restaurant. Once I sat down I quickly order a peach margarita on the rocks. I might not be familiar to the culture and their food, but I am familiar with the margaritas. They brought us a basket of chips and queso cheese. I thought queso only came in the yellow cheese. Alicia informed me that this is the authentic queso cheese. I didn’t really know what to get from El Jinete, so Alicia convinced me to get a chicken quesadilla. Alicia and I started talking while our food was being made. We didn’t have to wait long, and the food serving sizes were huge. The aroma coming from my plate was amazing. I am not a big fan of grilled chicken, but in a quesadilla it seemed like there is no other way to eat it. After this experience I am more open to trying new things. I told Alicia that I would want to go to another Mexican restaurant, just some place closer to where I
First, I noticed how far this place was from where I live. The restaurant was in Snellville. As we arrived the building was made of this type of stone brick. The roof was made of the red tile shingles you would usually find on the roofs of houses in California. To me when I first entered it smelled like freshly mopped floor. A group of hosts greeted us at the door with a big smile and a “Hola Senoritas!”
The El Patron music was playing and it was a happy vibe flowing through the restaurant. Once I sat down I quickly order a peach margarita on the rocks. I might not be familiar to the culture and their food, but I am familiar with the margaritas. They brought us a basket of chips and queso cheese. I thought queso only came in the yellow cheese. Alicia informed me that this is the authentic queso cheese. I didn’t really know what to get from El Jinete, so Alicia convinced me to get a chicken quesadilla. Alicia and I started talking while our food was being made. We didn’t have to wait long, and the food serving sizes were huge. The aroma coming from my plate was amazing. I am not a big fan of grilled chicken, but in a quesadilla it seemed like there is no other way to eat it. After this experience I am more open to trying new things. I told Alicia that I would want to go to another Mexican restaurant, just some place closer to where I