The Margarona!

Since I've moved to Rome, time with my friends back home has become more precious. Most of our times spent together are in restaurants scattered between Rome and Cedartown. On one such occasion, we visited both of Cedartown's Mexican restaurants. At El Nopal (my favorite), we met Zach's best friend, her husband, and a couple of their mutual friends. As usual, I ate my go to dish-the Quesadilla Rellana. Then, after dining with that group of friends, we parted ways and met Tamara, one of our mutual friends. After much convincing from Zach and Tamara,  I was formally introduced to the Margarona.

This monster of a drink was just the thing I was looking for. It had the best of both worlds: a margarita and a Corona, hence the name Margarona. Upon arriving at the table, I quickly snapped a picture. After all, it's not every day I partake of such a huge drink. The margarita was the perfect strength-super strong, and coupled with the bit of beer that had mixed in from the downturned bottle, made an interesting combination. I was warned, however, that I should drink the margarita first, then work on the Corona by gently lifting the bottle, thus releasing the seal created by the introduction into the margarita. I slowly sipped on my margarita, acclimating myself to the taste. Then, when I'd finished about half, I started working in more of the Corona. Eventually, I ended up drinking half of the Corona by itself.

Close to the end of my Corona, and our third or fourth helping of chips and salsa (at this point, I'd lost count), I got a craving for desert. Our waitress recommended a dish that they were experimenting with in the kitchen. It was a sort of fried cheesecake, served with ice cream. I ordered it immediately, and the three of us split it. It tasted like cheesecake, but mixed with a crispy donut. It went down perfectly with the vanilla ice cream.