In Which Amy and I Quest for Tex-Mex

'Twas a grand journey, fraught with peril and cold, as we trudged through the night to our final destination, eager to soothe our rumbling bellies. We faced untold evil, lonely paths, and dying cell phone batteries. But triumph! Those obstacles in our way could not stop the determination that comes with the craving for Mexican food. The quest ended, at last, with delicious.

Okay, so me pretending to be a bard aside, I really enjoyed myself. But let's rewind to the beginning of this little story.

My friend Amy and I were hungry. We had just finished dinner, but we were still wanting something to eat. Our original plan was to raid the fridge again, but a commercial came on TV for a website where you could order take away food. After browsing the list, a Tex-Mex place was found. But instead of ordering take away, we decided to go there ourselves.

It was about ten o'clock at night when we left the flat to head toward Tequila Tex-Mex. Little did we know, however, that the restaurant was miles away. Following a map on Amy's phone, we ambled down the quiet streets of South Kensington, our hunger growing by the minute.

What seemed like years later, Amy and I finally made it. The restaurant, it was more of a bar really, was quiet. We settled into our seats, pouring over the menu. Tequila Tex-Mex has over two hundred different shots, and their menu refers to tortillas as pancakes. After chuckling at the choices, we selected our substances.

Amy ordered fajitas and a strawberry margarita and I ordered some chips with salsa, sour cream, and guacamole with a mango daiquiri. We tucked in with relish. Everything was delicious, except the salsa. That was a little weird. The bartenders were really sweet, and even gave us a shot on the house.

I'm not sure what it was, but it was blue. I had never taken a shot before. I'm not much of a drinker. In fact, I had my first alcohol here in London. It burned my mouth like crazy. It would have been rude not to, but I'm staying away from the shots from now on. Alcohol, burns, kiddies. But since the drinking age here is eighteen, my curiosity has gotten the best of me, I'm afraid.

After paying for the edibles, we took a cab home. It was cold, and we were both sleepy. It was almost midnight after all, and we had to get up the next morning for a tour around London.

My belly full and my spirits lifted by good food and good company, sleep came easily that night.

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A horrible picture of our feast. Such good stuff! 

But if you're in the area, Tequila Tex-Mex is a great place to hit up. The food and drinks are great and the service is friendly and quick. I would say that our little trip was well worth the walk we had to take to get there. However, I'm taking the bus next time.