Not to veer too far off subject, but here is a funny Basque story:
Years ago my dad and some friends were going on a trip to Ely, Nevada. A friend of ours who wasn't going on the trip, but who had spent time in Ely, told my dad that there was a great Basque restaurant in town that they all should try.
The group drove to Ely and decided to try this place for lunch. The food was terrible, the service stunk, the waitress was drunk (at noon) and the cook was smoking cigarettes while cooking.
My dad said to the waitress that the restaurant was recommended by a friend. Dad complained about the food, service and the attitude of the waitress and cook. The waitress laughed out loud and said, "We just sold the restaurant this morning and we started partying. We're going to Reno tonight to celebrate. We really don't care about this place anymore!"
We all got a good laugh about this when dad got back in town and told us the story.