Read Only margaritas
Upon embarking on Nacho Crawl Astoria, I was prepared to not be able to gulp down a refreshing margarita until our last stop (Luna’s). To my knowledge, Tacos Mexico only served beer, but one of our courageous soldiers informed me there was a fully stocked bar on the other side of the wall I was facing.
This weekend we continue developing a new friendship. At our NachoVersary, Rachel met Dan of the Margarita Club.
Rainy, cold-for-October Saturday afternoons don’t usually scream “margarita,” (they usually call for a favorite of Rachel’s, a Hot Toddy) but as I sat down at Lime Jungle I oddly wanted nothing more than a frozen tequila delight.
A short while ago I took a vacation to Los Angeles to visit a dear old friend. Less concerned with not being able to see me for 6 days, Lee was adamant about me continuing my margarita correspondence from the west coast. So I did. And of course ate nachos to go along with it.
