By Nora Zelevansky / April 30th, 2009


Two words: cheeseburger tacos.

I would really love to expand on that concept, but, honestly, I just came home to my husband and a couple of his friends seriously rocking out on Guitar Hero (for the fifth consecutive hour) and, well, it's just a bit distracting.  Even my cats looked concerned.

So, I'll just say this: tonight M., R., T., B.C. & I had a much needed girls night at Malo.  We sort of intended to only grab drinks (well lamo hot water and lemon for still sicky me), but it was only a matter of time.  In fact, the Ground Meat and Pickle tacos are literally one of M.'s favorite foods in the world, so we were really goners from the get-go.

First we gorged on Tomatillo and Avocado salsa and chips, until B. arrived and informed us that missing out on the Salsa Flight was a major error (she was right, mais oui).  Then we all got tacos of various kinds.  The "cheeseburger" version (which I got sans cheddar–forgot my Lactaid) is just far and away the best.  It has that elusive ground meat, usually only found on taco day at camp.  (C. & I have been searching far and wide for nachos with that meat forever!).  And the sour pickle perfectly cuts the richness.  SO damn good.

Nevermind that the regular agua they pour is totally cucumber water–I mean POINTS.  For real.  R. wondered if we were going to get massages.  But who needs a massage, when you can eat cheeseburger tacos?

The girls had wine, margaritas and mojitos, but I had tea like a grandma.  Meanwhile, my husband was playing video games like an eight-year-old.  Something is wrong here.

Something is Malo.

xo – N.

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(CLICK IMAGES TO EXPAND: Salsa, R. & M., Menu and B.C.–No T. Cause She Came Later)