The humble margarita. So unassuming. So pleasant to the eye. Surely no bad could come from drinking this delightful beverage? WRONG. Trinh and I are today in damage-control mode after a night out with some friends. It was a great night….I think. We all met at a bar (Zanzibar in Hells Kitchen) where we chatted and sipped a drink. We then moved down the road to a Mexican restaurant. The place was packed. It seemed like a very cool joint, but being a party of seven people, we had to wait about 45 minutes for a table. No probs, the restaurant had a small bar area where we could wait. That’s when the margarita’s came out. The bar offered three sizes: Child, Father and Big Mamma size. Me being the extremely humorous guy that I am, I joked by saying, “Give me the whole family!”. Oh, the wit! The comic genius! Luckily I didn’t follow through on that. We all opted for the father size. The Mamma size came in a glass almost as big as a toilet bowl….which later became rather ironic.
We got our table and enjoyed the great Mexican food while continuing to sip away on margaritas. I wish I could tell you more about the evening but it would be complete speculation from that point on. All I know is that I woke up today with a “Big Mamma” sized hangover. Poor Trinh had to go to work. If I could muster the strength, I would stand up and applaud her for this….but I’m afraid that is simply not possible.
My thanks to you, oh humble margarita! For you tempted me with your pretty facade and deliciously supple flavour….only to later hurt me with your cruel sting and vicious after-effect.
Oh the humanity!
-Posted by Adam