Diego’s Mexican Bistro is a pressure cooker. Fledgling employees are thrown to the wolves, especially on Tuesday nights when throngs of customers demand their $2 tacos and discount margaritas. Amanda Katz has worked at Diego’s for three weeks, and when she asks a question about her serving duties, the answer is always the same: “Ask Diego.” She’s never had the chance. The man is a ghost.
“Where are the extra menus? ‘Ask Diego.’ Are we allowed to split checks? ‘Ask Diego.’ It’s like a broken record,” Katz said. “But, I’ve never seen the guy in my life.”
Katz is frustrated with her puzzling situation. “I screw up most of my orders,” Katz said. “I don’t get tipped half the time. Mr. Diego, if you’re out there can you please stop in and help me?” Signs of Diego’s existence only add to Katz’ confusion.
“I mean, he has an office,” Katz said. “The name plate on the door just says ‘Diego.’ But the light is never on in there.” Katz is starting to suspect that there is no Diego. The Black Sheep can’t say for sure. When reporters pressed Shift Manager Lucas Parsons to disclose Diego’s whereabouts, his response was inconclusive. “I don’t know,” Parsons said. “Ask Diego.”