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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.
We try to be nice. If a restaurant blows the first time around but we notice that the brunch menu is tasty, the guacamole is fresh, or the margaritas are strong, we try to go back and make sure our nasty review was not a fluke. That can be said of Elote.
El Jalapeno recently opened in Park Slope in what some are calling a death-like location (Off of 5th seems to equal closing quickly). I wanted to check it out and try to help keep it open, but how was it?
Just before their state-crossing tour, we got a chance to sit down with Brooklyn-based band, Afuche. With their show taking place at Public Assembly and us rarely excited to trek to Williamsburg, we decided on Yola’s Cafe, which I’d heard good things about.
To finish our mighty crawl, we walked about ten steps from Bonita to Brooklyn Public House. After a water break halfway, we opened the door to a lovely neighborhood bar and took our table in a booth by the back. Being handed a menu, I noticed the price. STEEP. Steep for a plate of nachos with nothing outside-the-box about it. I ordered a Coney Island Albino Python based on the name and waited for my chos.
On a sunny Sunday, I found myself wandering alone into Prospect Park. Deep in wander-mode, I thought Anh Tuan might be playing in the park and I called him. Given a direction, I sped to bottom of the park to find a lackadaisical game of bounce a ball happening. I am an old fan of the game and jumped in.
