nacho reviews in the West Village and Chelsea. Do you know somewhere we don't know? Suggest a restaurant today.
Last week, I met up with Lisa Fain, The Homesick Texan. We had been trying to eat nachos together for a long time and it finally came together on her suggestion of going to Cowgirl, a “Texas” style restaurant that she hadn’t been to in 10 years. I use quotes because as you’ll find out later, it didn’t remind her of Texas very much. As we ate, we talked about her book coming out soon, Texas, hot sauce and my glasses a little bit.
An area we haven’t had a lot of nachos in yet is the West Village area. I never have considered Mexican food a strong suit for the neighborhood. So, on a recent afternoon, I decided to test my theory with Ditch Plains. Earlier in the day, Maraysa noted that coworkers were raving about the food and she was curious to try.
As some of you know, I started a new job at a new company. We went as a group to Hog Pit. As I walked through the rain, I saw on their sign that they had nachos for the day at the low price of $5.95. Since I have been talking about my nacho-obsession, I had no choice but to order them.
Thursday night marked the beginning of the ‘Chos and Shows Festival. You can read the review for a full recap but in short, I failed at eating nachos prior to The Hold Steady’s performance at the Musical Hall of Williamsburg. It was a minor setback in the festival for sure. However, Friday was a new day. The Avett Brothers were playing their first of two shows at The Fillmore at Irving Plaza. The place was stuffed to the gills as was my stomach from the nachos we ordered at Art Bar.
It was the Saturday before our big Williamsburg Nacho Crawl. Most people would take the day to rest, relax, and mentally prepare for the journey before them. But since when are like most people?
I was on break from work. Actually, I would grab bites in between customers at Royale Cafe as Lee got nachos from Qdoba on 6th Ave. and so we feasted.
Why the long faces? Well, at the request of a fellow nacho-lover, NachosNY packed its gear and headed to 1849 on Bleecker Street. Julia and Bob’s time in New York City was winding down so we thought they should go out in style. However, 1849 failed to live up to hype. I try to be positive on this nacho journey. However, this place tested my taste buds (and my temper).