Margaritas and Me
I remember the very first Margarita I ever had.
It was summer time, in Santa Monica, CA, at one of my very favorite restaurants, ever, anywhere, famous for their Mexican food, quality Tequila, and Margaritas.
It was still fairly early in the afternoon, but already the Santa Ana winds, usually a fall phenomena that brings hot dry, dusty air from the dessert and dumps it on the L. A. basin, were in force. My companions all ordered Margaritas, so I thought why not try the house Margarita; made with traditional 1800 Tequila and Cointreau, and lime. I ordered it blended with salt.
It was amazing, and the perfect companion for my meal. I became a Margarita convert.