BOOM! You see that folks? That's what a proper plate of nachos is supposed to look like. The freshest veggies, cool sour cream, more cheese than you can shake a stick at, all teetering atop a bed of thin but crispy tortilla chips.
But wait...there's more.
More cheese to be exact. That's right. MORE cheese.
You can't quite see it in this picture, but I assure you that my hands were covered in more of it than I'd like to admit at the moment. And as I'm sure you can imagine, I was unable to capture it with my phone before it was gone.
This towering plate of awesome is a mandatory part of the contingency's ritual when visiting the Mohegan Sun Casino. It can be found in only one restaurant. Located in the Casino of the Wind, the home of the Loaded Landshark, Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville is always packed no matter what time of day or night you walk by. The staff is always very friendly, and is typically on top of their game.
This visit was no different. Mr. Bean whipped out some magical Parrot Head voodoo mind trick on the waitstaff and within a few minutes of walking in, we were being escorted to our table on the second floor.
Mr. Potatohead, Mr. Bean and I already knew that the nachos were a given. I believe it might have been the sole reason the three of us went there that night, but that's neither here nor there.
We placed our order and drank LL's while we waited.
Fast forward ten minutes...
The table went silent as the nachos were placed in front of us.
At first glance, a healthy handful of freshly sliced jalapenos, guac and sour cream, reminiscent of the tallest mountains in the Himalayas, garnished the peak of Mt. Nachismo. As our eyes descended, we found plenty a diced tomato, scallion, and chili bean. All of these ingredients were held together by two kinds of cheese. Now, we've determined that this is what makes these nachos stand apart from the rest. As we dug deeper into the sides, we struck gold with every chip. And by gold, I mean molten nacho cheese. The upper layers might have been capped with shredded cheddar jack, but the lower layers had been generously coated with liquid cheese of the nacho persuasion. We started out on our nacho journey, eyes big and stomachs empty.
What happened next can only be described as the type of feeding frenzy you see on Discovery Channel during Shark Week.
Then the unthinkable happened...
While picking out a chip from my side of Mt. Nachismo, I accidentally loosened the glacier of guac from it's resting place at the summit. It fell down the southern slope towards Mr. Potatohead and landed on the table with an audible 'thud'. Such a tragedy.
After a brief moment of silence, we continued on.
After no more than 15 minutes, the mountain laid in ruins. The three of us made short work of Mt. Nachismo.
Triumphantly we asked for the check, paid and left.
This was surely not the last time we'd visit base camp.
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