EPISODE 5: BONGO'S
OK so I cheated on Kathy and had a margarita (or so) at Bongo's the other night. She's cool like that though, and... well, I don't think she gives a shit, because there is no margarita quota!
Oh Bongo's...there are so many things RIGHT about Bongo's. The backdrop being the primary draw, I mean you're sitting in sand! The sunset happens right in front of you, and if you're lucky, you don't even have to inhale cigarette smoke wafting from one of the tables next to you. The musicians are so smooth, you don't even realize they are real, live human beings. The food is totally eatable, and the margaritas... LET ME TELL YOU.
My husband, his friend and I rolled up to one of the Bongo's bars on a Friday night, where three seats just happened to magically open up, like clouds parting and guiding us towards an oracle of a bartender. At first he seemed like he might be kind of a dick, but no, he was just busy, and it was me who was being a preemptive dick. Once he was able to help us, he asked me, what would you like to drink? I ordered a Patron margarita, and my husband's friend Robert said "Make that two." My hubby, who lives on the edge at all times, ordered a Corona Light.
I mentioned to Robert that I was doing a margarita blog, and he thought that was just the cat's meow. We got our drinks, cheers'd all around, and went bottoms up while we waited for our food. Now Robert, whom I always liked, has recently moved to NYC and like any good New Yorker is living a life of hedonism and debauchery, which I wanted to hear all about. So while my hubby sat quietly and scrolled through his own thoughts, Robert gave me the skinny on his life, which, trust me, is a blog all it's own!
About halfway through my margarita, I looked at my husband and probably screamed "I AM DRUNK" even though it sounded like a normal voice to me. Then I looked at Robert and screamed "I AM DRUNK" - and he screamed "I'M NOT, I WANT ANOTHER ONE" So of course I was like "ME TOO" The bearded bartender heeded the call and bestowed another round upon us. Before I rushed in for more though, I dug deep and realized, downing two of these drinks was going to give me a fearsome hangover, which I absolutely didn't want. So I had a couple of sips of margarita numero dos, and then sadly, had to sandbag it at high tide. Robert, however, swilled his down while I side-eyed him to see if he would fall off his barstool. He managed to stay on it til he had the urge to dance to the eerily unemotional rendition of a Bob Marley classic being delivered by the robotic singer. Since he was our guest, I felt obliged to join him, and I noticed he was swaying pretty far off the beat- the margaritas had turned his blood into tequila. He was feeling it now!
We eventually got our food and ate our way into semi-sobriety, but when we got home at 8pm, Robert passed out on the couch and barely even noticed when my stinky dog made a pillow out of him. In short, Bongo's margaritas GET THE JOB DONE.
I'm gonna go ahead and give Bongo's FIVE LIMES.
-ass kickingly strong margaritas at a fair price
-sunset/sand, duh
-totally eatable food even if it is just to keep you from getting hammered, depends what you're going for.
-there's almost always live music, who cares how good or bad it is
Oh Bongo's...there are so many things RIGHT about Bongo's. The backdrop being the primary draw, I mean you're sitting in sand! The sunset happens right in front of you, and if you're lucky, you don't even have to inhale cigarette smoke wafting from one of the tables next to you. The musicians are so smooth, you don't even realize they are real, live human beings. The food is totally eatable, and the margaritas... LET ME TELL YOU.
The First Round - cups of tequila disguised as margaritas
My husband, his friend and I rolled up to one of the Bongo's bars on a Friday night, where three seats just happened to magically open up, like clouds parting and guiding us towards an oracle of a bartender. At first he seemed like he might be kind of a dick, but no, he was just busy, and it was me who was being a preemptive dick. Once he was able to help us, he asked me, what would you like to drink? I ordered a Patron margarita, and my husband's friend Robert said "Make that two." My hubby, who lives on the edge at all times, ordered a Corona Light.
I mentioned to Robert that I was doing a margarita blog, and he thought that was just the cat's meow. We got our drinks, cheers'd all around, and went bottoms up while we waited for our food. Now Robert, whom I always liked, has recently moved to NYC and like any good New Yorker is living a life of hedonism and debauchery, which I wanted to hear all about. So while my hubby sat quietly and scrolled through his own thoughts, Robert gave me the skinny on his life, which, trust me, is a blog all it's own!
About halfway through my margarita, I looked at my husband and probably screamed "I AM DRUNK" even though it sounded like a normal voice to me. Then I looked at Robert and screamed "I AM DRUNK" - and he screamed "I'M NOT, I WANT ANOTHER ONE" So of course I was like "ME TOO" The bearded bartender heeded the call and bestowed another round upon us. Before I rushed in for more though, I dug deep and realized, downing two of these drinks was going to give me a fearsome hangover, which I absolutely didn't want. So I had a couple of sips of margarita numero dos, and then sadly, had to sandbag it at high tide. Robert, however, swilled his down while I side-eyed him to see if he would fall off his barstool. He managed to stay on it til he had the urge to dance to the eerily unemotional rendition of a Bob Marley classic being delivered by the robotic singer. Since he was our guest, I felt obliged to join him, and I noticed he was swaying pretty far off the beat- the margaritas had turned his blood into tequila. He was feeling it now!
We eventually got our food and ate our way into semi-sobriety, but when we got home at 8pm, Robert passed out on the couch and barely even noticed when my stinky dog made a pillow out of him. In short, Bongo's margaritas GET THE JOB DONE.
I'm gonna go ahead and give Bongo's FIVE LIMES.
-ass kickingly strong margaritas at a fair price
-sunset/sand, duh
-totally eatable food even if it is just to keep you from getting hammered, depends what you're going for.
-there's almost always live music, who cares how good or bad it is
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