The Best Margarita Recipe Ever!?

Margarita cocktail

Margarita cocktail (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(There is a song in my head that I cannot think of the Artist of at the moment since it’s in Mexican.  I REFUSE to put any Jimmy Buffet garbage on my blog.  SOOooo  No song of the day.  Once I remember the song I am trying to think of or find a suitable substitute I will replace my ranting.) 😉

(Edit Note – Jan 2014:  The ORIGINAL Article that had comments in the Hundreds over at Hodges Lab website is gone.  I think that blog has gone under after many years so this actually has become a preservation of sorts by a recipe that hundreds of commenters in that post SWORE by!)

Ya ya ya, am I late?  We just missed Cinco de Mayo.  However, it’s getting warmer out and soon lots and lots of people will be drinking margaritas regardless of what day it is.  So allow me to be of service…

I had to add the question marks.  Saying a drink recipe is the BEST is relative.  It’s like people that love red wine saying they don’t like Merlot.

For the record it’s IMPOSSIBLE to not like Merlot because I doubt seriously that ANYONE on this fine planet has had the opportunity to try every flavor profile of Merlot out there.  There are so many different profiles created by Merlot grapes that you can put two Merlots next to each other and they could be COMPLETELY different.  Why do people say they don’t like Merlot?  Because of a stupid Line in a Stupid Wine Movie.

Actually, the reason to why Miles wont drink Merlot is, that in the book “Sideways” by Rex Pickett, the wine he’s saving for his ex-wife’s return is a 1961 Pétrus (…An estate of limited size, it produces a limited production red wine almost entirely from Merlot grapes,…)  and NOT a 1961 Cheval Blanc. But Pétrus (which is 100% Merlot) didn’t give permission to use their label and the director therefore changed the manuscript into a Cheval Blanc.

Miles doesn’t want to be reminded of his wife when spending an evening with Maya – a new girl he’s actually is interest in.

Not many knows this.

So next time you try to seem Wine Savvy by trying to shit all over Merlot, just be proud of the fact that not only are you letting your decisions be based on FICTION, but that you are also basing your “savvy” wine deference on a fictitious character’s relationship with his wife that has nothing to do with the quality of a grape, or the wine produced from it.

Now that my wine snobbery is over…

Anyway, the point is the same as far as cocktail recipes.  You can make almost every drink several different ways and one person will like it sweet while another person likes is sour while another person wants to taste the booze in it etc.  However, that being said, this is a fucking good Margarita recipe, and it sure beats vodka, ice and lemon-lime powerade in a blender (No really, I have heard a guy swear by that version saying “Dude, chicks can’t tell the difference.”)  So enough of my blabbing except to say I have tweaked this (on my own but not the ingredients below) by adding both the Cointreau and Grand Marnier (splashes) or have added a splash of Patron Citronge to the mix.  The key is to NOT use sour mix at all in my opinion.  If you can do that, you are Golden.

By the way, this was posted at a science blog, which I think is kinda funny and ironic, but cool nonetheless.

Here we go:

The Best Margarita Recipe Ever from Hodges Lab

Have you ever gone to a restaurant because of their margaritas? 

When I’m back in Dallas, I love the margaritas at El Fenix, Pappasito’s, and even Chili’s. But try to go home and find the recipes. All the recipes on the Internet are all the same: tequila, triple sec, lime juice, maybe some sour mix… make them and they always misssomething. I’ve been buying out my local Beverages ‘n More to find that missing ingredient, and I think I finally got it.

Below is the best margarita recipe, capturing the something that makes a restaurant margarita so much better than the homemade versions:

  • Two parts tequila (good tequila is always better…)
  • Half part Grand Marnier (this is a critical part… trust me, don’t go cheap on the citrus liqueur. Cointreau also goes very well, but really doesn’t have the same aromatic flavor that Grand Marnier has; try them side-by-side; they have totally different flavors… if you cheat here with Triple Sec or Orange Curaçao, you must add a dash of orange bitters!)
  • Half part fresh lime juice.
  • Half part fresh lemon juice.
  • Half part simple syrup.
  • Half part Limoncello (a fairly inexpensive type of lemon liqueur that isn’t sour but has lots of big citrus flavor… this is, I think, the secret ingredient in most restaurant margaritas— that extra citrus flavor adds a lot without making the drink more tart).
  • Pinch of salt. Very little will go a long way… alternatively, rim the glass with coarse salt.

Mix with a bunch of ice cubes in a shaker and shake violently for about 15 seconds (until ice starts to crystallize on the outside of your metal shaker). Pour contents into an old-fashioned glass and, for a nice visual appeal, you can finish with a drop of grenadine (let it sink to the bottom for a sweet finish). Add a couple of skinny straws and a slice of lime if you like. Trust me!

Hint: too strong for your taste? Stir in some lemon-lime soda— don’t shake!

(†) In Texas, we really enjoy our margaritas.

UPDATE: After fiddling with this for a while, I’ve found that it’s better to use fresh lime and syrup rather than sour mix. Even though there are good sour mixes out there (I’m talking about you, Dr. Swami and Bone Daddy), I find they don’t have quite the same freshness as when you use a fresh lime. In any case, if you can’t get fresh limes or don’t have five minutes to make simple syrup, you can substitute a quality sour mix—no neon yellow stuff, please!—for the lime juice and simple syrup above.



Drunk and Useless

Let’s play a new game…

What’s the game called?

Themesong of the Day

How do we play?  That’s exactly how we play.  We push Play.

Basically, click the video link and then start reading while listening to the song.  I know some of you are in coffeeshops or public places so bust out those headphones.  If you are at home or somewhere else reading this – Get the headphones anyway so you can appreciate this as much as I do.  I have a feeling this will become regular to my blog so here we go?  Is someone else already doing this on their blog?

I don’t know, but they should be.  😉

So here we go.

Themesong of the day:

So 2 times this week I went out with my friends.  Now that was cool.  It was very cool.  Thursday night I went to Cobra Lounge with a buddy of mine, who actually was my younger brother’s friend when we were growing up.

It’s interesting.  He told me a story about something that I did that apparently fucked up 3 years of his childhood.  This is a common theme in my life.  People tell me I did things to them, most of the time that I didn’t even know I did to them, that affected their life in some way.  This was is kind of funny.  You may think it’s mean, but trust me when I say if Karma wanted to pay me back for the bad shit I have done in my life, it has and it does in FULL.

So when they were little, like 6 years old, he said I made he and my brother watch a movie called Puppet Master.

Puppet Master

I doubt I “Made them” but I can definitely see myself persuading them.  Anyway, for the next 3 years, apparently, he was afraid that Drillhead was going to drill his feet if he got out of bed in the middle of the night.  Interesting how the little things affect people we know or may meet later in life.  It’s interesting because there’s another guy I just talked to on the phone a couple days ago.  He belongs to a social group I recently became a part of.  He told me that a little over a year ago I was in a bar where he was attempting to meet girls.  I kept coming up to his  interactions where he was talking to these girls and blowing him out.

Blow Out – To be kicked out or otherwise involuntarily removed from a social interaction that can result in a loss of social value.

He said it really pissed him off for a little while.  The thing is, I don’t ever remember these things.  It’s kinda interesting to learn about stuff you do in life to other people that you may not think about too much but that MAYBE they do.

Think about that.  Fucking interesting shit.  We all probably have been a part of molding or affecting someone else in some way, even when we don’t think we did.

Anyway, that was a tangent to what I planned on writing about, but I have said it before and I will say it again.  I do so love tangents.  So where was I?

Ok so at Cobra Lounge we drank and got shitfaced.  I got pretty drunk and drunk is fun.  That’s why we go to the bar.  To let loose and get pissed.  To have fun with our friends.  But some of us also go to scope out the opposite sex.  Now I’m a pretty social guy but I have been coming to the conclusion that drinking and me getting social with the ladies is not really fruitful.

I mean I like to go out to explore and see different bars and I love to drink like a kid in a candy store.  Some people can just kinda settle for their favorite beer or mixed drink and stick to it all night.  Me, I go into the bar and scope out what they have I might not have tried before or maybe something I like but haven’t had in a long time, and I seldom stick to the same drink more than once or twice unless it’s my favorite.

Even then I might move on from a Maudite to a Bell’s Porter to a shot of Rum to who knows…  If you haven’t tried a Maudite yet and love beer, do yourself a favor and go to the store RIGHT NOW (well once you’re done reading) and buy some.  It looks like this:

Maudite by Unibroue

Tres Fantastique.

So the point is, I get drunk and alcohol, for me, is a rollercoaster of emotion.  I feel great, then I feel tired, then I don’t want to talk to people.  Buzzes get me lost in my head.  I want to socialize but I end up just wandering around the venue looking for people to talk to, unless I am with my friends and then I just chill with them.

There is Nothing Wrong with this, unless I want some ass.  I see attractive girls everywhere I go, and I am apt to talk to them and socialize with them.  I am at the second coffeeshop since I started writing articles and I have flirted with no less than 6 women.  They knew I was and I knew I was.   This is normal for me, but at bars there are lots of yummy things to drink.  It would be silly of me to sit there and drink water…


Here’s what I am getting at.  I am a natural flirt and I’m pretty damn good at it when I am normal.  Drinking might be fucking it up.  I need to be on the ball and really be able to think on my feet.  Alcohol is a proper way to have fun with my friends at a bar, but there are times where I want to go to the bar and meet some women.

Last night was one of those nights.  I ended up going out with another buddy of mine.  He likes to go out and look for women to meet too.   So we end up going to one bar where I got all drunk, but I felt good. I started talking to a couple girls but nothing amazing was happening.  I did get in a temporary good vibe for a little bit by the time I left the first bar, and part of my flirtyness was coming out.  We got to the Afterparty and I started chatting up this sexy bartender, because my energy was good.  But an hour or so later and a couple drinks and shots later and my brain was fucked.  I even think I was forgetting to tip the bartender because I remember at one point thinking I forgot and that I needed to go tip her, but it’s like I get really drunk and get lost inside my head.

And later my flirtyness with her was finished.  I tried going back and striking up more convo but it just wasn’t happening.  My vibe had changed and her attitude had changed.

So basically I want to try something new.  I have done it before but only like once or twice.  no no.  I want to try this consistently for a month or so and that is – when I go out to drink, go out to drink, and when I go out to scope out the fairer sex I will not drink a drop of alcohol.

I will keep you posted.

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