Siobhan Wallace is my homegirl. As half of Blondie and Brownie and one of my many cool co-workers at Robicelli’s, she is all over the NYC food scene. So when she was writing a piece for CBS New York on the best nachos in the city, I just had to give my two cents.
This past Sunday, after a marathon bike ride around Manhattan – a terrifying endeavor for this novice city cyclist – I decided to park my jelly legs at Mercadito Grove with a few friends to enjoy some late afternoon drinks and guacamole. Due to its tiny size, Mercadito can rack up quite a wait on Fridays and Saturdays, but on this occasion, we were immediately seated outside and even able to move to a larger table when some new friends joined us mid-meal.
After a long work-week and an evening braving the stab-inducing madness that is shopping in SoHo, I was ready for a quiet evening with some guac and good conversation. Fellow West Coast guac enthusiast Annie and I headed to the popular Dos Caminos on Houston Street.
There’s nothing more satisfying than completely canceling out a good cardio session with an amazing plate of nachos. If these sucked I would be fuming about the wasted caloric intake. Seriously though, Coppelia’s nachos were the best I’ve had in a long time dare I say this entire year.
First stop on this Astoria nacho train was Tacos Mexico. Don’t let the name fool you, their tacos may be good but their nachos were phenomenal. It took a little while for our train to get out of the station. We had a few late arrivals and Tacos Mexico was definitely overwhelmed by our hunger and magnitude.
How does one celebrate a successul nacho crawl? Dessert nachos of course. You would think after three nacho stops in one day we would be chipped-out but then you mustn’t comprehend our dedication. For breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert all we want are nachos.
Hey haters out there, look where we went. All the way to the Upper East Side, baby. If you start on the Bronx, we’re getting there. We even have a review from Queens coming and Lee’s planning his nacho crawl in Philly. Look out world we will mount and conquer thee.
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.