Okay, I have officially learned my lesson. NO MORE FROZEN MARGARITAS from a Mexican restaurant. I went out with a friend last night and he was constantly bragging about the "best" margaritas in Houston. So we went there and they were crap. His fix for making them the "best" is to add another shot of Don Julio and Grand Marnier to the fozen margarita. After four of them, I didn't really notice the bad taste so much.
The only problem with this "fix" is that it does not take the cheap alcohol out of the drink. I mean the cheapest rot gut you can find on the border of Mexico. The $1.50 (on a good day) type of bottles.
So again, I felt like shit all night long and spent the whole day today recovering from last night's debauchery. I wont even mention the hole in the wall bar we went to afterwards.
Let's see if I can remember this lesson in the future. All margaritas need to be ordered on the rocks. Patron... my long lost friend. Where were you last night?
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