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The Perfect Margarita

A coupla weeks ago, my goin’-out-to-dinner friend told me about a place that serves The Perfect Margarita. Appleby’s. And one of their margaritas is, indeed, called The Perfect Margarita. I was a little skeptical, but we went out two Friday evenings ago and, by gum, they really do serve The Perfect Margarita. I have never tasted anything as smooth. Ever. So, tonight, I called to see if she’d like to go out again and have another. Absolutely, she said.

This time we had two Perfect Margaritas and I had a Cowboy Burger to go with them. I was ravenous when I arrived, so the Cowboy burger sounded ideal. Unfortunately, as I chomped into my Cowboy Burger, I couldn’t get the image of our dearly beloved Commander All Hat No Cattle out of my mind and it made the burger harder to swallow. Ick.

But those margaritas. Oh man, I’ve never tasted better. Not anywhere. Magic in a glass. You gotta try one.

Posted on 03/02/07 at 10:06 PM
 




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