A few weeks ago, my friend Julia had just come back from a tropical getaway, and we were g-chatting about her being in margarita withdrawal.
I understood her plight and didn’t want to see a friend in pain, so I proposed a margarita crawl.
Emily said we had to have Sangre de Lobo margaritas, which are made with blood orange and cinnamon. It was tasty, but I really like plain margaritas, so I switched back to one for my next beverage. We also got queso and guacamole for the table, but I could have eaten the entire thing of guacamole myself and would have been very happy with that.
I really hate snow if I’m not skiing, but even I can’t argue that it doesn’t make everything look just a bit more idyllic.
My shady attempt to take a picture of the table without anyone realizing.
At this point, we went for pitchers.
Before you think I had a wild night, I have to confess that I probably only ended up having 3 margaritas over the course of 3-4 hours. We also all ate our weight in chips and salsa and got food at Tortilla Flats. No pictures because the margaritas were more exciting to me, obviously.
And although my fave, Patron, was supposed to be our next stop, we ended at Tortilla Flats.
The next stop was Ten Bells in the Lower East Side for Lizmas, aka Liz’s birthday. I stayed for another drink or two and then was home and in bed by midnight, and now I’m trying to muster up the motivation to run. I skipped my 6-miler yesterday because of the snow, and it’s still a little slippery out there, so I’m going to take it to the dreadmill.
NYC people: where is your favorite spot for margaritas?
DC people: where is your favorite spot for margaritas? After 7 years of indulging too much in DC, this is certainly something I’m an expert on. My favorites: Rio Grande, Oyamel, Lauriol Plaza, Cactus Cantina and Alero. (I think this means a DC margarita crawl is in order the next time I’m there.)