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This nacho spot came from the good ol’ suggestions list. If you have a nacho suggestion for us, we’ll make it a priority to try those nachos. We finally got to these, at Phebe’s, a huge bar & restaurant in the Soho/LES area. We went with my sister on her visit to the big city. As we walked in, the music blared and the people chattered. Off in another room, I believe a singles event was making men and women uncomfortable.

Last week, I met up with Lisa Fain, The Homesick Texan. We had been trying to eat nachos together for a long time and it finally came together on her suggestion of going to Cowgirl, a “Texas” style restaurant that she hadn’t been to in 10 years. I use quotes because as you’ll find out later, it didn’t remind her of Texas very much. As we ate, we talked about her book coming out soon, Texas, hot sauce and my glasses a little bit.

An area we haven’t had a lot of nachos in yet is the West Village area. I never have considered Mexican food a strong suit for the neighborhood. So, on a recent afternoon, I decided to test my theory with Ditch Plains. Earlier in the day, Maraysa noted that coworkers were raving about the food and she was curious to try.

When I heard we were going to PS whatever, I thought we were going to a public school pot-luck. But no, PS 450 is a swanky bar/restaurant on 450 Park Avenue South between 30th and 31st in Manhattan. We were intrigued by the restaurant’s Braised Short Rib Nachos.

As some of you know, I started a new job at a new company. We went as a group to Hog Pit. As I walked through the rain, I saw on their sign that they had nachos for the day at the low price of $5.95. Since I have been talking about my nacho-obsession, I had no choice but to order them.

After all of the hubbub surrounding El Cantinero in the past week between the Village Voice’s Robert Sietsema saying that El Cantinero was the last bastion of hope for TexMex and Grub Street’s Daniel Laurer thinking it’s terrible, I figured you might want my opinion on the matter.

After a devastating (and cut-short) Passover, I was actively hoping to find some nachos while in Riverside Park (my first time). My frenemy Yelp sent me to Picante in Harlem. How was it?

Last week in NYC was a summer treat. 70 degree weather, not a cloud in the sky, and nachos. Beautiful, eh? Well, almost. The warm weather drew us to Central Park along with hundreds of others.

Last year, we ate the overwhelmingly heavy Irish Nachos at Rogue. We couldn’t repeat, so Rachel scoured the internet for 36 hours and found out that The Flying Puck serves a delicate looking Irish Nacho.

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.