Margarita Beef isn’t like Margherita Pizza.
You know that moment when you’re thinking, “Oh, Gosh–what glorious fusion! They’ve finally combined my favorite alcoholic beverage with my favorite slab of carbs and cheese!! Praise Cheese-us!” But, no. They didn’t figure out how to infuse your pizza with a fishbowl marg. Turns out Margherita Pizza was named after a queen and not after tequila. No one’s getting drunk off of pizza. Put your shirt back down. No one is going to lick that salt off your belly-button now. But, I appreciate your enthusiasm to make pizza-body-shots a thing. You can reply with at least twelve sad face emojis if need be. I get your disappointment. But, fear not. Cue up your emoji keyboard and get ready to fire a Spanish Dancer, because I basically slow-cooked this beef in an actual cocktail. […]