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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.
Dear Nachos NY,
I have a nachos-centric issue that has been weighing heavily on my mind for years. Never before have a had a proper forum to air out my concerns…until now.
This “Your City” comes from someone very close to Mr. Nachos, it’s his little sister, Bocadito KT Frank. She’s spending the year studying abroad and finding nachos where she can.
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.
With these nachos, you will undoubtedly be the hit of your next 4th of July party!
With nachos on the brain and (increasingly) in my dreams, Lee asked me to do a post about nachos abroad. My first reaction was that I’d never eaten them in Paris.
