Two Jersey girls walk into
a bar and order a margarita. But it was
no joke. At least not for the bartender
at Bua at 122 St. Marks Place
in the East Village; she handled the patrons in this
buzzing, cozy, brick-walled establishment with ease, laughing and conversing
with them, all the time moving and working, multitasking with finesse. It took her approximately 10 minutes to
acknowledge Cindy and me, but it was well worth the wait. I watched her prepare the drinks from a
distance at the other end of the bar: lime juice from a plastic squeeze bottle
which we prayed was real lime juice, Herradura, and a short squirt of agave. She gave it two quick shakes and served it with
a straw in a tall glass filled with ice and rimmed with flaky sea salt. These top-shelf margaritas at first sip were
tart, crisp, and clean as a Granny Smith apple, but after the second sip I was
able to suck it down like it was merely lemonade. I finished it too quickly, as
I was thirsty from our hot sunny walk from the subway station. The slight heady buzz was worth the $13 plus
tip.
Since we spent a good deal of time at Mercadito, it was time
to head back to Empellon as their doors were now open for business. In our research for the best margaritas in East Village,
this place was voted number one for “Classic Margarita”. Upon entering, at first I felt slightly
intimidated, as this clearly was an upscale place and we were dressed casually,
but we were warmly greeted and shown to the bar area. The bartender was a slight and pale but very
friendly man who set to work on our margaritas right in front of us. Lime juice, tequila, and agave. His shaking technique was interesting; very
slow at first and then he rocked it hard.
There were three plates of fine sea salt in varying muted colors and he
first rimmed our glasses on a fresh orange slice. Somewhat to my disappointment, he only used
one of the salts on our glasses, but then I saw he rimmed only one side,
covering approximately half an inch down the side of the glass, and he got
points for that little bit of creativity.
Cindy and I were getting texts from our husbands that they were now in
the area and were on their way to meet us for dinner, so I knew our little
tequila-laden adventure was soon to end.
We enjoyed these margaritas and the environment and the friendly banter
of the bartender. I asked him the
ingredients for the drink, just to confirm: lime juice, tequila, and agave. And again: lime juice, tequila, and agave. That’s it. Pure and simple. End of story. The classiest classic margarita
you will ever have will be at Empellon.
All told, we had five margaritas that day, the last one
being at Hearth, the restaurant where we went for dinner. It was as good as all the prior ones but at
that point I almost had to force it down!
So, what did I learn from this little foray into the world
of lime and tequila? Well, if you want a
syrupy sweet limey drink or a frozen concoction, you’ll have to visit your
local sports bar or chain restaurant. They’ll
have none of that here in the East
Village. The one regret of the day was that we did not
have time to visit The Wayland, where their “garden variety margaritas” are
infused with kale ginger juice, but there will be other sunny summer days when
the thirst for tart and tequila will eventually bring us to that spot.