Rebecca H.
Yelp
The first time the existence of this place was brought to my attention was in the context of spectacular nachos and instagram photo ops. Needless to say this was a must on the list.
I've been trying to eat healthier (LOL) in preparation for a license-to-indulge on my vacation next week (to Mexico of all places, classic) so I was hesitant to come here. I considered going to a place I have been before with less pressure to order nachos. Let's call a spade a spade, I'm not getting any fucking younger and Philly's inventory of restaurants isn't going to visit itself. I did, however, declare that I was not going to order nachos.
T.O'B. and I schlepped down 15th street until we came across the storefront. After struggling to locate the actual entrance (despite the fact that there's only one door) we made our way inside and up the stairs to our table.
It smells like college in here.
It is dark with a divey vibe. Happy hour drink specials consist of $10 off a margarita pitcher (god only knows how much a margarita pitcher is regularly because it's not listed anywhere on the menu that either of us could find) otherwise it's all beer. Hours are 4-6pm.
Margaritas at all hours are a good deal ($6 for regular with other types offered). I had to drive later in the evening and in order to take advantage of the last few minutes of hh, I went with a yuengling. Tina went with the regular marg.
I have read in previous reviews that their pistachio guac is TO DIE. Let's be real again, I ordered the fucking nachos. Adding a nice slab of guac to the top of that 'cho pile is an extra $3.5 and I hazarded to request ours was the pistachio variety. Unfortunately that was a no-go for inexplicable reasons. :-/. They do give the option to throw on any of their "land proteins", some of which include vegetarian options like some cauliflower buffalo shit and whatnot. Tizzle ordered fish tacos.
Some time after ordering, I decided to wash my hands for sanitation reasons. With nachos of this calibur, there will be blood. According to Dr. O'Brien's account of events, the food arrived at precisely the moment I got up from the table. Classic AF. I returned from the bathroom to a gigantic nacho mountain sitting before me.
Contrary to the pattern of nacho distribution I have encountered in Philadelphia, these nachos were dispersed in a higher rather than wider orientation, decreasing the topping to chip ratio. Don't get me wrong, whatever that fucking white cheese shit was (research into the menu reveals "mexican cheese blend") was DELICIOUS. Holy shit I could bathe in that stuff. But there were a lot of naked chips. Another shocking thing about these nachos were the complete lack of BEANS. What the fuck? Beans are a CRITICAL component of nachos. On a few occasions I thought I saw a bean, eagerly lanced that bad boy with my fork just to discover it was a spherically-shaped tomato cube. When you begin to see beans as a mirage that's when you know you're FUCKED. Help me.
When my yueng was dunzo I ordered a marg just for completeness sake. It was nothing particularly special, tasty, or strong. I can't quite complain for $6 tho.
Service was very good, our waitress was nice and prompt.
There are better nachos elsewhere but I cannot argue with the alcohol prices or speak about the other food options.