Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Tex Mex Epix

Yesterday as the work day was winding to a close, Z and I were chatting online and I expressed my sudden-onset desire for post-work chips and dip. Not like potato chips and french onion dip (though right now that sounds amazing) but like corn chips and thick, gooey, amazing cheese dip--the kind you can only get at faux-Mexican restaurants in the South.

I live in Spanish Harlem now, and I've eaten at a few restaurants there, and while the food is AMAZING and fresh and authentically Mexican, there's nothing quite like a heaping bowl of queso. Unsure of where else to go for this Southern delight, I googled Moe's and found that there is only one in Manhattan. So after work, Z and I ventured to the East Village for a friendly, "Welcome to Moe's!" and lots of delish Tex Mex.

Upon Z's insisting, I ordered the "bowl" instead of the "cup" of queso, which turned out to be (as I predicted) way too much. Or just the right amount, depending on how you look at it. We had about half the bowl left, which of course I bagged up with an assload of tortilla chips and took home with me.


All in all, an amazing, gluttonous meal. To make up for the 234098239048 calories we consumed, Z and I walked from 21st to 86th street. Yep, 65 blocks. That's 3.2 miles for those of you who are interested. It took about an hour and 15 minutes, and it was totally worth the time. We saw lots of cute restaurants and bars and puppehs and all that stuff you see when you walk around Manhattan. We stopped at 86th, about 10 blocks short of East Harlem, because my hips started hurting.

In short, I am fat and old.

Until next time.

1 comment:

  1. BTW, you looked really good when you came to visit. Everyone noticed.