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.
Everyone has a birthday and I’m one of those people. On my birthday, I wanted to do a lot of things, most importantly, eat some delicious nachos. I’d heard good things about the nachos and guacamole up in the UES location of Cilantro’s. I arrived there on a smoking hot afternoon with a certain girl I know and she was ready to eat nachos.