Tonight we went to dinner at Chilli Willi's, a pseudo-Mexican restaurant in town. The food is pretty good. I ordered the Bad Juan margarita. But it wasn't that good. In fact, I guess you could say I'm a margarita snob. Most restaurants just use sweet & sour mix and tequila, which are way too sweet for me. Our friend Bob T. makes the best margaritas in the world, with fresh squeezed lime juice, and the secret ingredient, a single village mezcal, which is really smoky, like scotch. So tonight, I asked my husband to remind me not to order a margarita when I am out to dinner. I'll drink mine at home.