Margaritaville

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Last night I met up with some friends for a long-overdue catch-up session over margaritas and Mexican food, and I must tell you, it was a lovely night out. That coming from a Southern California girl who cherishes her Mexican food being as authentic as possible. The menu at the eatery was a little jarring - they had ricotta cheese ravioli with enchilada sauce as an entree - but the food was good, in this humble eater's opinion. And the marg was a fabulous kick-in-the-head. Granted, it could have been the tequila talking, but I'm fairly certain I enjoyed my meal, and the ceviche I ordered as an appetizer was - while served in much larger chunks than I've ever experienced before, and not as flavorful as the homemade stuff I'm used to - did taste fresh and as such was a nice way to top off what had been a warm, slightly humid day. I hope this Thursday finds all of you well, and if not, go have yourself a margarita tonight, I promise it will cure all that ails you. [And no, the cheeky poster picture I included above has no bearing on the night. Tequila shots can make me a Mean Girl, but margaritas have never done me any harm.]