nacho reviews in Midtown

Twas a rainy day in Hell’s Kitchen. Seeking refuge from the storm, the Nachos NY gang searched out a place to dry out and chow down on some chorizo ‘chos while celebrating the birth of the nacho king himself, Lee Frank.

I JUMP at the opportunity to cut into a work day with an order of nachos. It’s fairly difficult given the lack of Mexican food to my office, but on Tuesday, I triumphed over defeat when a coworker told me we were going to the Kimchi Taco Truck parked on Tuesdays at 24th & Broadway.

It was Thursday night and I was meeting Doree Shafrir for nachos. We met a week earlier at SXSW and I promised her we’d have nachos. At the request of El Rio Grande, I chose to take her there.

When I heard we were going to PS whatever, I thought we were going to a public school pot-luck. But no, PS 450 is a swanky bar/restaurant on 450 Park Avenue South between 30th and 31st in Manhattan. We were intrigued by the restaurant’s Braised Short Rib Nachos.

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.

We have received plenty of flak from nacho lovers alike that we rarely make out way out of Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan. Thanks to the Avett Brothers show at Terminal 5 on Saturday evening, we were thrown into unknown waters. We found Lime Jungle on 9th Avenue between 53rd and 54th Street.