A good margarita can’t be reckoned with. A great margarita, well, that’ll give you the confidence to get up on the bar, swirl out a few dance moves, and belt out yelps for “PATRóN!!!” when patron is the LAST thing you need.
That’s apparently where the blue margarita will take you. To that special place… Margaritaville via El Patio in Houston, TX. And you might just have dreams of Jimmy B. lulling your spinning head to sleep…right before you puke.
(Tequila is my ENEMY!)
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