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.

This is our inaugural post with Maraysa, the newest addition to the gang. She will be our Margarita consultant from now on. She also likes long walks on the beach. Her first report comes from the Park Slope Nacho Crawl.