Typically, I like anything in nacho-form, be it breakfast, lunch, snack or dinner. Ask me about my pancake/bacon nachos sometime. They’ll knock you on your sleepy ass. Anyway, on a lunch break at work, I stopped into a local sweet shoppe in Boulder, CO, and stumbled upon Nacho Mints. What? Really? Well, I felt remiss not to give them ago.
Today marks an important day in nachos history. Twenty-five years ago today, the Nacho King of New York, our own Lee Frank was brought into this world. Without him, Nachos NY would not exist leaving the city incapicitated and unable to eat. To celebrate, Lee’s own father sends his love and praise for his only son, our king.
My nacho love started at the wee age of 7 when my family went out to eat at Uncle Julio’s in Dallas, TX. After purveying the menu I felt that the bean and cheese nachos were going to be my best bet. After watching the tortilla machine spin those balls of dough, baby, right round, round, round, until they became little inflated pillows and then finally tortillas, and consuming more Dr. Pepper then healthy for any age, my meal arrived.
Enter Nachos Con Los Angeles: melting pot that it is, you gotta pull the best of the best from the East and the West, culminating in a crossover cuisine explosion. This is LA, after all, fertile crescent of import cuisine and crossover whathaveyou.