The internet tells me that the traditional twelfth anniversary gifts are silk and linen, and maybe something related to pearls and jade. That’s all well and good, but forget that nonsense, none of that stuff is going to be good on an order of nachos, and why even bother at that point. While you CAN eat all of the above, and even put them on nachos if you want, we know that pearls are really the only somewhat consumable gift, but even then only when drunk dissolved in vinegar Caligula style. Nobody is putting that on some chips. No sir or madam, I haven’t slaved away in the nacho mines for this long to be given a JOANN Fabrics worth of cloth when all I’ve ever wanted was just a handful of chips, a scattering of cheese, and a few choice slices of jalapenos.
Things with nachos this past year have been as international as they have been undocumented. Did I try the finest order of nachos in all of Halifax as recommended by a masseuse? Yes. Did I have nachos at what might be Reykjavik’s finest (and only) Mexican restaurant? Double yes. Did I have nachos at a restaurant in Athens where you could see the ancient ruins the location was built over through its glass floor? No, I had a gyro at that place, but did get nachos at a regular ol’ Athenian Mexican restaurant, as you do. They might not be the easiest food to find worldwide, but they are out there for ones who look.
After twelve years of hard work (well, maybe ten hard years and a few soft ones, but what can you do?) there still remain nachos uneaten, and more nachos unreviewed. Maybe a new documented version of one of these nacho eatings might even appear on the site soon? Stranger things have happened, but more delicious ones have happened as well… Have a majestic Cinco de Mayo one and all!
