There's nothing better to end the work week than one (or two) margaritas on the rocks. Oh who am I kidding. Really. Who only has one margarita? You have to have two. Because the first one is finished before your date can answer the question "How was your day?" And you need the second one to wash down the salty tortilla chips and the guacamole. This one you can take your time and enjoy.
And f-u-g-g-e-t about frozen margaritas. That is so 1990. Let's not go there.
If you're in our neighborhood on a Friday night you'll probably find us at a local Mexican restaurant. Feel free to come and join us. The more the merrier!
We recently did a little tequila tasting at home (for fun.) Don read about a new tequila that got a Silver Medal at the SF Spirits competition so he wanted to give it a try. It's distributed locally so we thought that was kind of cool. Lucky for us they tell you right on their website where it's distributed so Don had no trouble finding it.
We set them up on the counter. We compared their golden hues. Sniffed them. And sipped them. And bam. I'm choking. I have never learned to do anything in moderation. A light sniff is highly recommended. We sipped them again. And again. And then.....picking a winner became a lost cause.
The verdict: We liked them both. They both made our Friday night a lot happier!
I clearly don't have a future as a tequila taster. I can cross that off the job list along with being a cab driver. (My sense of direction is not so hot.)
I should stick to what I know.