How does one celebrate a successul nacho crawl? Dessert nachos of course. You would think after three nacho stops in one day we would be chipped-out but then you mustn’t comprehend our dedication. For breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert all we want are nachos.

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.

Guess what folks. We found a restaurant that has happy hour nachos. At Mole between 4-7 you can indulge in $3 beers, $5 Margaritas, and (drum roll please) $5 Nachos! $5 Chips and Guacamole!

Over July 4th weekend, I ran away from New York City. However, I could not turn my back on nachos. I spent about a week in Minneapolis, Minnesota visiting with friends, wandering through Uptown, and sampling some of the city’s nacho offerings. One place I had nachos was at Hard Times. While the company was divine, my high hopes for vegan ‘chos were sadly squashed.

After a mini-hiatus to the NJ shore (don’t worry, my taste buds are still fully on task with a Taco Pizza post on the way), I decided to get back in the saddle with a trip to Tortilla Flats with Margarita Consultant Maraysa. From what I heard before, they have a Bingo night along with all the kitch one could handle.

Nacho pit-stops sometimes happen out of the blue. That’s how we stumbled upon Los Pollitos Restaurant II.

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.

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.

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.

El Sombrero, unlike most of my usual restaurants, did not come with high regards. Most often it was mentioned that they give to go margaritas that are majorly strong. Still, I was willing to give them as much a chance as anywhere else.

As we sat down, That’s So Raven played on the TV. The eight remaining nacho friends spoke about their hopes and dreams. Space travel and portable air conditioners, mostly. Suddenly, a child laborer gave us some menus and water. With two kinds of nachos, one aptly named Nachos and the other Nachos Especiales.