I thought about sharing this margarita with right before Cinqo de Mayo, but I didn’t.
Turns out I’m nicer than I thought!
I say this because it would have been horribly rude for me to share this ridiculously funky cocktail with you, with virtually no time to order the prickly pear syrup online.
And, guys – funky is a good thing. Funky is like, the best, actually.
{At least, in Daniel and I’s sick and twisted universe}
Prickly pear margaritas! TELL ME you’ve been lucky enough to try one (several?) in your day. I’m pretty sure they’re becoming a thing at restaurants now … or maybe they always have been, but I’m just now noticing. They serve ‘em at this place called Canyon here in Fort Lauderdale – hands-down, my favorite restaurant in the city. I actually become angry when I speak to someone who lives here and they haven’t been. Inexcusable!
It’s one of those, well, it’s not really hole-in-the-wall because I think it’s a little nicer than that, but you know, teeny-tiny, no reservations, might have driven by it hundred times and never noticed it types of places with food that is nothing less than orgasmic. I’m not even kidding, everything on their Southwest fusion menu at any given time is FACE. MELTING. If you’re ever in the area, you should probably check it out. (And don’t forget to call me to join you!)
No reservations is a particularly important part of the deal, because no reservations means you have to wait at the bar for a very long time. And you know what that means: Cocktails! And better than that, we’re talking one must-have signature cocktail that everrryyyyone gets. I really am unsure as to whether they serve anything other than these prickly pear margaritas, because I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything else being drank. Yes, even your manliest dude will be caught drinking these, and happily.


















