Mex.

Those are fighting words in a nearly half-Latino city where Tex-Mex restaurants outnumber all others.

In fact, quite the opposite—I suspect that my own experience epitomizes, in miniature, the Tex-Mex revival as a whole.

The former accused him of cooking inauthentic Mexican food; the latter accused him of cooking inauthentic Tex-Mex.

Texas expats wax rhapsodic about the Tex-Mex food of their youth.

“With Bar Ama, what I wanted to do, conceptually, was to take the ideas around Tex-Mex and make them my own,” he said.

The old days of comfortable hackney-carriages in hundreds about the Manila streets, at 50 cents Mex.

"Somebody's got to keep the camera for us, Mex," Frank Nelsen said presently.

The slatternly servant, who could speak only "Mex," had got no supper ready.

If a man's voice—the voice of a stranger—should reply in "Mex," or with a foreign accent, the girl did not intend to let him in.

Well, you said that there might be trouble from his people, that his father was a big Mex politician.