El Jalapeno recently opened in Park Slope in what some are calling a death-like location (Off of 5th seems to equal closing quickly). I wanted to check it out and try to help keep it open, but how was it?

On a wet Monday night with drops pouring on my head, what could be better than Nachos? With all of my work vicinity covered by previous reviews, I decided to hike back out to Brooklyn.

On what may have been the last weekend of Summer sun and fun, I found myself in the foreign land of Greenpoint with out of town friends Stu and Bianca. They wanted to ‘cho it up with the King and I obliged.

Just before their state-crossing tour, we got a chance to sit down with Brooklyn-based band, Afuche. With their show taking place at Public Assembly and us rarely excited to trek to Williamsburg, we decided on Yola’s Cafe, which I’d heard good things about.

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.

To finish our mighty crawl, we walked about ten steps from Bonita to Brooklyn Public House. After a water break halfway, we opened the door to a lovely neighborhood bar and took our table in a booth by the back. Being handed a menu, I noticed the price. STEEP. Steep for a plate of nachos with nothing outside-the-box about it. I ordered a Coney Island Albino Python based on the name and waited for my chos.

As the Single-A Short Season NY Penn League was winding down, the gang decided to take in a Brooklyn Cyclones game. Lee opted for nachos as his in-game snack and we all hopped on the nacho train after a Cyclone loss at Peggy O’Neils.

On what would be two days before they shuttered their doors, we had an opportunity to get nachos at the lovely Bonita. When we walked in, the waitress stared confused at my I Nachos NY shirt and recognized our journey with a giggle. We sat down and I noticed caipirhinas on the menu, but no nachos. I did my research, so I had read about them before.

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.