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Dear Mexican: I’m African American. At our restaurants, nobody comes to your table to sing to you. At your restaurants, this does happen, and I love it. I love picking out a song (usually something from Luis Miguel’s Romance II; it’s the best I can do with my limited “ballads en español” repertoire). I love listening to the singer and imagining how many times the group has had to play “La Bamba.” Mi problema es I haven’t the slightest idea what I should be doing while they’re playing. I’ve usually got a plate of hot food in front of me or, as was the case last Friday night, a waiter trying to outwait the song so he can come take our order. Is it rude to sing along? Do I tip when they’re done? How much? Help me not be a clueless tourist when I want to enjoy a little “Media Vuelta” with my No. 4 combo.I Wanna Cantar
Dear Want to Sing Negrita: Tips? Always. How much? Depends on how good the mariachi plays. Rude to sing along? Never. Indeed, it’s a time-honored tradition among Mexicans to have the musically inclined members of la familia belt out a couple of corridos at weddings, quinceañeras, baptisms or any other celebration. (Shout-outs to my Tío Ezequiel and cousin Lety!) The dynamic changes a bit when mariachis perform at restaurants, but don’t be afraid. Although the crowd will stare and sneer at any non-Mexicans trying to sing mariachi tunes, all you have to do is shout “¡Viva México, cabrones!” at some point, and the wabs will go wild.
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