Last Thursday New York’s only true football team, the Buffalo Bills took on the Jets north of the border. To celebrate, some Molsons and Buffalo wings, right? Well, sort of. More like buckets of Michelob Ultra and Buffalo Chicken Nachos. So we have ventured to the Upper East Side yet again for mid-week ‘cho action.

Instead of Taco Tuesday in the East Village, we had to settle for Peach Salsa from Trader Joe’s coupled with our favorite corn chip from Food Should Tasted Good. Let’s just say, I was unimpressed.

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Screw it. Pacifico, I am disappointed in you. Lee fasted all day for Yom Kippur and you let his tummy down.

I have turned into quite the negative nacho Nancy lately, but come on. Good nachos make me very happy, bad nachos make me super sad. 7A had bad nachos, therefore, estoy triste.

On a brisk Wednesday, I made plans to eat dinner with my friend, Jen, in Dumbo. She mentioned her disinterest in Mexican food, but I convinced her that Pedro’s, a place with a bright/crazy mural on the wall, would also have delightful food. Boy, was I in store for a night of memories.

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.

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 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.

So I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m part of the Flavorpill All-Star Bowling team in the New York Media Bowling League (possibly incorrect). On the last night of bowling, my nacho integrity was questioned by Doug Levy, who sees my mission as trying every nacho even if I know it will be horrible.

The Public House is your typical Midtown, business lunch restaurant. Which made me wonder why Lee sent me here to try their nachos? [Editor note: bad advice from a blog]. Still, some of these places have good food, our server was cute and friendly, and the restaurant wasn’t crowded with douche bags. So we grabbed a table and ordered a plate of the $14 steak nachos. While the portion was sizable, that is one of the few compliments I can give these cheese-out-of-a-bag, no gauc, almost completely flavorless disgrace.