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.

2010 is looking good. Real good. The first ‘chos of the year happen to have come from a previous Grito competition supporter, Lobo. After having their salsa at the Bell House I was pumped to dive into their nacho menu.

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.

On what may have been the last weekend of Summer sun and fun, I found myself in the foreign land of Greenpoint with out of town friends Stu and Bianca. They wanted to ‘cho it up with the King and I obliged.

Guess what folks. We found a restaurant that has happy hour nachos. At Mole between 4-7 you can indulge in $3 beers, $5 Margaritas, and (drum roll please) $5 Nachos! $5 Chips and Guacamole!

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.

Nacho pit-stops sometimes happen out of the blue. That’s how we stumbled upon Los Pollitos Restaurant II.

A short while ago I took a vacation to Los Angeles to visit a dear old friend. Less concerned with not being able to see me for 6 days, Lee was adamant about me continuing my margarita correspondence from the west coast. So I did. And of course ate nachos to go along with it.