Rainy, cold-for-October Saturday afternoons don’t usually scream “margarita,” (they usually call for a favorite of Rachel’s, a Hot Toddy) but as I sat down at Lime Jungle I oddly wanted nothing more than a frozen tequila delight.

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.

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.

For this Wednesday’s nacho retreat, we lost Sara, and also trekked just slightly northward. We made it to Rodeo, at 23rd and 3rd. This place’s interior is important to mention. It has the makings of a Western Rodeo bar, complete with a giant buffalo above the bar. I read that the nachos were very good here.

Tequilaville (address at the end) is located next to Grand Central in Midtown Manhattan. We got there around 6pm, when I would think it would be a busy, mad house with drink specials and cheap food. It wasn’t too busy. I decided we could share the “Super Nachos,” but we also ordered individual meals.