The weekend brought shivers. We forged on through SoHo for post-holiday shopping. After taking a few cocktails at other venues, Veloce looked appealing. The hostess politely explained that a private party was being set up and suggested a few other spots. Among those, we chose the closest: Mexican Radio. We sipped house margaritas on the rocks while taking in the menu.
While I wasn't particularly hungry, I agreed that we should nibble on something to stave off our afternoon alcohol intake. The verdict: house made chips and salsa, as well the Quesadillas Suave: stuffed with pica de gallo, topped with guajillo pepper sauce, crema and queso añejo.Perhaps we ordered the wrong thing? Was I not intoxicated enough? (The -13 wind chill was quite sobering!) I simply cannot agree with New York Magazine's 9.0 of 10 rating. The margaritas tasted like grocery store mix, the chips appeared store bought- the quesadilla: bland! To boot: obnoxious mothers baby-talking their grade-school aged children+husbands.
images: nymag
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