So we ordered margaritas at Le Chef. She had a chicken caesar salad and I was there for the much lauded lobster and bacon sandwich. Margaritas came. Yuck, she cried, what's this? So I had to drink both margaritas naturally and they were so strong I had to nurse them. Meanwhile she's done with the salad. Waiter keeps coming out wondering why I'm not eating my sandwich. But I'm still on my pre-lunch cocktail(s) dammit! Not my fault she couldn't drink hers. My fancy sandwich needed a glass of white wine and I never mix wine and cocktails.There's just no accounting for taste.
At least a half-hour later, I choked back the last of the ultra-strong, ultra-authentic real to-be-sure margaritas and finally started in on the sandwich with my glass of wine. Next time I'll eat it straight away. It was still very good, but a bit soggy
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In a fit of retro-orter, I ordered the blended tamarindo margarita with chile powder on the rim, sort of a Mexican take on an Americanized version of a Mexican cocktail. How bad could that be? Well, I drank it, but that's not saying much.At least a half-hour later, I choked back the last of the ultra-strong, ultra-authentic real to-be-sure margaritas and finally started in on the sandwich with my glass of wine. Next time I'll eat it straight away. It was still very good, but a bit soggy