That being said, I love a good Margarita...like...a...lot. Let me be specific here. I don't like grown up Slurpee's that don't taste like liquor and come in flavors reminiscent of a pedophile's ice cream truck circa 1983. No, I like a short tumbler, loaded with lime and booze and ice and salt in that perfect harmony between thirst quenching and languishing, relaxing flavor. I love a well made Margarita.
And Anejo makes a good Margarita, no, that isn't right. Anjeo makes an amazing, mouthwatering, knock you on your ass, force my daughter to marry one, fantastic, delicious, perfect Margarita, in a whole bunch of flavors.
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They also make a hell of a Gluten Free meal.
Anejo is located on 4th street in that delightfully beautiful building that 4th Street Rose used to live in for years. Trev and I and some friends went to Anejo for dinner before going to see Cirque du Solei (which was amazing, highly recommend). Anejo's atmosphere strikes a balance between fresh brightness and intimate coziness. The menu matches the atmosphere.
Everything on the menu sounds and looks so amazingly fresh and bright, yet it all looks and tastes like home cooking. This delicate balance is no simple feat but one that Anejo takes on with ease. From the tacos to the ceviche to the molcajete -it is all delicious and fresh and made with love from beginning to end. We adored the table side guacamole and salsa making for both our servers charm and talent. The end result being the best guacamole I have ever had. Pair that with the best margarita I have ever had and you have one happy lady on your hands.
There are loads of GF options available to the Celiac at Anejo. I felt completely comfortable with every step of the meal and my server's ability to handle it. They showed great knowledge of what I could or could not have and made me feel like it was no big deal, although, I know how much of a pain in the ass I am.
Did I mention the amazing margarita's? I have? Well, let me just make it clear, that they were amazing. I had a whole bunch of them. And, as we were leaving, some stranger started to sing that fucking song and I punched him in the throat thus making my night complete.
Go on by Anejo for a deliciously perfect GF meal, and a few (like twelve) margaritas and don't sing the song, or I will find you.