On my last day in Arizona, my father asks me what I'd like to eat, and I of course answer Mexican food. As good as the food is in New York, there is nothing like authentic Mexican food in Arizona, and I really want to get a taste of it before I head back to where I: a) have to pay for my own meals, and b) find "Mexican" restaurants are mostly run by Chinese.
My sister orders a combination platter with rice and beans, but she doesn't want her rice, so she offers it to me.
"You don't like Mexican rice?" I ask, "What are you, some kind of rice-ist?"