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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.
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.
In what would be a long day of tiresome and delicious nacho eating with a gaggle of crawlers, we decided to start at what would be a non-traditional nacho spot, Perch Cafe on 5th ave in Park Slope. With a menu that boasts fresh finds and tasty treats, I had heard good things about their guac and nachos as a whole.
Mezcals was the second stop on our nacho crawl down 5th Ave in Park Slope. There where many nachos to choose from here. Reginald P. Nacho, Esq. Is afraid of shrimp on his nachos so instead we went with a few basic plates of nachos along with steak, chorizo, and chicken.
Upon recommendation by superfan Karl, we added this as our last stop on the nacho crawl. When I called the manager to set up the space, he was really excited about bringing us in, which was adorably cute. When we got there, we saw balloons and streamers; we still don’t know if it was for us.
We were immediately met by Tyler of Twisted Comix and his friends Cynthia and , who found out about NachosNY from our post on Midtown Lunch. Tyler loves him some nachos.
As the first customers of the day, we were giving the choicest of seating in their back patio. The only issue was a Northwesterly wind flying through, but it was still picturesque. While waiting for the others to join to gang, we ordered regular and chorizo nachos.
