The worst was at a Cancun off the interstate in Knoxville. Why, Nicki, why did you go? Because it was a big group, and certain members felt Cancun was a safe bet, and there was really no stopping the momentum. The margaritas were straight from the bottle of pre-mixed, while the queso was Velveeta without the orange coloring.
Back at home and once again in charge of my own destiny, I joined a group on the patio at Local Taco for queso and margaritas. Real lime juice in the 'ritas, nice flaky salt on the glass. Cream in the queso, with a whisper of heat from ... is that a roasted poblano? Ah, it's good to be home. Even the light is more attractive.
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