Small rant: I went to a large company's cafeteria the other day and ordered a caesar salad.
Note--a caesar salad. As in, romaine lettuce, cheese, croutons, and caesar dressing. You know, the salad supposedly invented by Caesar Cardini in Mexico. That one.
Immediately after my pronouncing the words "caesar salad," the guy asked me what I wanted on it. What, didn't he know? There was a picture of one on the menu that he must have seen every day. I was dumbfounded. "Carrots, tomatoes, olives, what?" he asked repeatedly. I said I just wanted the usual thing...which, after some Abbot & Costello-esque cross talk, had the whole line yelling at me to just tell the guy what I wanted already.
So I said, "romaine lettuce, cheese, croutons, and caesar dressing."
I'm still dumbfounded. Is this what we've come to? I even found a couple recipes for "mexican" caesar salad online--with tortilla strips, red peppers, and hot spices.
So much for posterity.