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Everyone has a birthday and I’m one of those people. On my birthday, I wanted to do a lot of things, most importantly, eat some delicious nachos. I’d heard good things about the nachos and guacamole up in the UES location of Cilantro’s. I arrived there on a smoking hot afternoon with a certain girl I know and she was ready to eat nachos.
On Wednesday, the United States men’s soccer team traveled to Mexico in search of their first win in Mexico City vs the Mexican national team. Looking for cable television and good food, Julia and I went to the Cobble Hill area of Brooklyn to grab nachos from the Original California Taqueria and throw a few back at Floyd.
On a sunny Sunday, I found myself wandering alone into Prospect Park. Deep in wander-mode, I thought Anh Tuan might be playing in the park and I called him. Given a direction, I sped to bottom of the park to find a lackadaisical game of bounce a ball happening. I am an old fan of the game and jumped in.
After a mini-hiatus to the NJ shore (don’t worry, my taste buds are still fully on task with a Taco Pizza post on the way), I decided to get back in the saddle with a trip to Tortilla Flats with Margarita Consultant Maraysa. From what I heard before, they have a Bingo night along with all the kitch one could handle.
After a night of hard-working sweat-dripping wiffle ball with the crew from Heeb Magazine, Saucony sent us all to Blondie’s Sports for a healthy, post sport meal. When we sat down, we ordered the finest of beers, Stella (check my infamous comment on EffedinParkSlope about Stella).
On a whimsically quiet day at work, I told Rachel that we should meet at our local spot, Franklin Park for a happy hour brew. When I got there a hunger came over me so I reached for the takeout menus for Taqueria de los Muertos. When I called them, I got to customize. I ordered some cheddar, black beans, pico de gallo, guacamole, and sour cream.
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.
On our first ever nacho crawl, San Loco was the thrid stop on the Lower East Side. Simply put, we weren’t impressed. Ball park nachos, lettuce, bland pork, nothing seemed to go right for this place. Well let’s fast forward a couple months to this past weekend’s ‘Chos and Shows festival. Following some cans of PBR and shots of whiskey, were went in search of your typical late-night, greasy, fatty drunk food. Now we know when San Loco is an acceptable nacho place. At 3 am on a Saturday morning when you only have $4 after a night at the bar.
