Mad Max Margaritas
There’s a certain day where the tequila runs like a river, the limes are fresh, and the salt rains down like a February snowmageddon. If you happen upon downtown Garland, expect to see bounce houses and colorful sidewalk markets, in non-Covid times, at least. Restaurant Dos Banderas does it up big, complete with Mariachi bands and flamenco dancers. Elsewhere, walk into any chain restaurant and prepare to be greeted by artificially green margaritas, specials on tacos, and a sombrero wearing hostess welcoming you in with a “Happy Cinco de Mayo.” It’s Mexican Independence Day, right? Umm, no. In fact, May 5th doesn’t even get a nod in Mexico, unless you wind up doing the limbo at an all-inclusive resort in Playa wearing a green, white, and red lei. What’s so important about Cinco de Mayo? Turns out, it’s a real messy situation that’s a little bit Austrian, a little bit French, with ample nobility laden family histrionics. But first, meet Max.
