Last Thursday New York’s only true football team, the Buffalo Bills took on the Jets north of the border. To celebrate, some Molsons and Buffalo wings, right? Well, sort of. More like buckets of Michelob Ultra and Buffalo Chicken Nachos. So we have ventured to the Upper East Side yet again for mid-week ‘cho action.

After reading a preview of MXco at NYMag, I thought it would be great to eat these nachos on opening night. To my surprise, we were given a reservation and readied to hike up to the Upper East Side for some Chos.

We have received plenty of flak from nacho lovers alike that we rarely make out way out of Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan. Thanks to the Avett Brothers show at Terminal 5 on Saturday evening, we were thrown into unknown waters. We found Lime Jungle on 9th Avenue between 53rd and 54th Street.

Everyone has a birthday and I’m one of those people. On my birthday, I wanted to do a lot of things, most importantly, eat some delicious nachos. I’d heard good things about the nachos and guacamole up in the UES location of Cilantro’s. I arrived there on a smoking hot afternoon with a certain girl I know and she was ready to eat nachos.

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.

After a night of hard-working sweat-dripping wiffle ball with the crew from Heeb Magazine, Saucony sent us all to Blondie’s Sports for a healthy, post sport meal. When we sat down, we ordered the finest of beers, Stella (check my infamous comment on EffedinParkSlope about Stella).

After a strange tweetup, I won’t name any names (cancelled tv show), I took Julia, a new to NY nacho lover and soon to be Nacho correspondent of some kind, to Blind Pig on suggestion from a friend.

We arrived and were given a seat on lovely 14th st, so we could watch drunk kids walk by after a free pizza at the Crocodile Lounge. We ordered the nachos and no drinks, the waitress, was unimpressed, still NACHOS:

So I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m part of the Flavorpill All-Star Bowling team in the New York Media Bowling League (possibly incorrect). On the last night of bowling, my nacho integrity was questioned by Doug Levy, who sees my mission as trying every nacho even if I know it will be horrible.

The Public House is your typical Midtown, business lunch restaurant. Which made me wonder why Lee sent me here to try their nachos? [Editor note: bad advice from a blog]. Still, some of these places have good food, our server was cute and friendly, and the restaurant wasn’t crowded with douche bags. So we grabbed a table and ordered a plate of the $14 steak nachos. While the portion was sizable, that is one of the few compliments I can give these cheese-out-of-a-bag, no gauc, almost completely flavorless disgrace.

Last week, upon the pressures of finding competitors for the now infamous Guactacular, I took a moment to breathe and eat nachos. After checking the suggestion thread, I saw that people were just plain clamoring for me to eat at Florencia 13 in the Greenwich Village.

So on a lovely afternoon, I met estranged nacho eater Sara (we hadn’t eaten nachos together in like a month). We sat down and ordered nachos and me, being the lush I sometimes am had a margarita ($5 during happy hour).