Top Shelf Margarita
In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that Casey and I split a pitcher of top-shelf margaritas before dinner, so if I’m a little generous about the food, forgive me. Also, for future reference, I am not the person you want to split a pitcher of margaritas with, unless you want to dine with a silly girl who giggles—not laughs, mind you, giggles—at everything you say until the check arrives. Read on…
