"I got lost," Vodka confesses to Ginger, plopping her stuff upon our table at Mesa Grill. "I was trying to dine at the deli across the street."
|Which, For the Record, Does Not Serve Tamales|
"Your what?!" Vodka looks at Ginger's camouflage-free outfit quizzically.
"Hunting outfit," Ginger points to the down vest piled up next to her. "See, I didn't know what to wear, because my friend invited me to the Rangers game after this (so, by the way, the first thing I had to do was Google what sport the Rangers play), and I didn't know what clothes would fit in at Mesa Grill AND Madison Square Garden."
"So you settled on 'hunting'?"
"And the best part is, when I came in, the host asked, 'Can I check your -- ?' and then he didn't know what to call this thing," Ginger says, gesturing to her vest. By this point, we are so taken with our own idiocy that we can barely concentrate on our waiter's delivery of Ginger's cactus pear margarita.
|Pretty in Pink|
|For His Next Trick, He Will Make Both Margaritas Disappear|
|Honestly, We Were Expecting More of a Red Hot-Like Candy When We Heard 'Hot Tamales'|
|If You'd Like to Inexplicably Refill This Glass, However, We Won't Object|
|Don't Mess with Our Cocktails or Our Carbs|
|The Waitstaff Has Been Chewing on Too Many Hot Peppers in the Kitchen. The Spice Going To Their Heads|
|Blue Moon Over Mexico|
|Though They Better Be Good - We're Not THAT Generous|
|Now We Have It Out for Restaurant Cooling Systems, Too|
|Let's Just Ignore That Pesky Overgrown Greenery and Concentrate on the Important Stuff|
|Hey, Who You Callin' a Corny Shrimp?|
|Not Your Grandmother's Applebee's Appetizer|
|Again with the Huge Sprig of Greenery, Flay?|
|Or Two or Three|
Not exactly our nacho ideal.
|Ummm, We're Sorry... What Is This?!|
|What Part of This Plate Spells 'Nachos' to You?|
|Somebody Pass the Tostitos, Please|
|And Also Because It Contains the Word 'Bread'|
|Yet Unfortunately, We Are Not Drunk Off of the Marshmallows|
We are tasked with the goal of walking three blocks -- together -- to the subway. Two blocks in, we find ourselves inexplicably separated, when mere seconds before, we had been walking next to each other.
To this day, it remains a nonsensical mystery how we ended up walking down opposite sides of 14th Street, having to resort to using our cell phones in order to find each other. As we eventually navigate to our train, two figurative hillbillies making their way through the big city, Ginger's hunting outfit has suddenly never seemed more appropriate.
Mesa Grill's Tiger Shrimp and Roasted Garlic Corn Tamales: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate