Martyn and I spent the evening last night in search of one of the best beverages known to man (or us, rather); the classic margarita. Oh, Rita.. so sour, so sweet, with your salted rims blended so frothy, or so chilly on ice, why do you vary so much?
No, it's true, not all margies are created equal, but all are made to personal taste. Is it too much to ask though to ease up on the corn syrup-aided sweet and sour mix, and sweeten thyself with a little natural citrus instead? After all, Tums aren't always on hand.
Point is here that this search for good margaritas has had many rewards, some of which include the enjoyment of tasty salsas, deep drunken conversations, and fantastic spur of the moment 'pants-off-dace-offs.' However, in excess, margaritas can obviously lead to some of the worst hangovers. Which is what I am experiencing today. Blagh. This won't be the last I see of this type of hangover, oh no. The margarita journey has just begin.
In all this, we are beginning to discover where in LA to get some really good margies. I will start my reviewing just the most recent.
After Martyn's long tattoo session with Charlie at Spotlight Tattoo, we were anxious to celebrate new skin accessories so we headed out to Silverlake (for the record, my hometown). In addition to stopping in at El Chavo for a beer, and following a pit stop at the Dresden, it was Malo that supplied the margaritas. Good stuff to be had here. Goes down smooth, and wicked strong. I'm only and expert in the sense that I've had my fair share of margies, so in comparison to my experiences I give them a 7.5 out of 10. Price isn't bad, hipster environment where you can see all the cool kids look at each other, and sometimes even room at the bar. The margies could have gotten an 8, but they are a bit on the small side, and I like my drink to last.
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