At Mariachi's

Running late, I missed the big event of the evening. Mom felt that the lighting was too bright for a pleasant dinning atmosphere and requested to the waiter that the lights be dimmed. I was informed what happened next was that the lights were lowered completely and that everyone was in the dark, then the waiter tried to bring back up the lights as the kitchen staff rushed out to see if the power had gone off or what. This on/off routine went on for awhile as the poor waiter attempted to get the lights back to normal. My mom also thought that the artwork on the walls was not centered nor low enough, but kept this thought to herself, this time.
Since we were waiting for my brother we had more than enough time to go through the entire menu where mom interviewed everyone on what they were having, then asking what page of the menu that item was so she could read it herself. After going back and forth between different meals, in the end she succumbed to peer pressure and ordered the Santa Fe platter (which was what everyone else was having), but instead of ordering it, she told the waiter that she was going to "make it unanimous," confusing him completely since he was not familiar with that word and it was not on the menu.