When Thrillist discovered that Cinco de Mayo did not mark Mexico's Independence Day*, we vowed that, every fifth of May, we'd make amends for our substandard educations by drinking enough tequila to kill Mickey Rourke. This year, we're taking our penitent over-consumption to El Rey Del Sol
Straddling the West Village and Chelsea, El Rey Del Sol is New York's righteous destination for outdoor, margarita-fueled intoxathons. This is largely due to the spectacular back garden. With around 80 chairs and a live guitarist, huge crowds pack in to be served by hilariously frantic waiters one taco order away from work-induced nervous breakdowns
The food is reasonably priced and very good, especially the enormous "burros." (Apparently, "-ito" means "little"-apply to genitalia at your own risk.) The margaritas could eat a hole through tank armor. Each pitcher fills 3-4 16oz glasses: drink one and you're buzzed; drink four and you're Buzz Aldrin.
To truly enjoy this place, you must follow Thrillist's battle plan:
- Arrive early: The patio's open 5pm** -11pm, but seating stops at 9:30. The sometimes-brutal competition for chairs can undermine your faith in the social contract.
- Don't order food while waiting: You can drink inside while waiting for patio seating (sometimes up to an hour,) but you can't take inside food outside.
- Sit outside at all costs: Inside, service can be insultingly dismissive-which is possibly justified, since anyone too slow-witted to snare a patio seat is obviously a drag on human progress.
Ultimately El Rey Del Sol isn't just an ideal spot to celebrate some random country's national holiday. It's great anytime you want to achieve a joyous stupor before 10pm. And if you need a holiday for that, you're reading the wrong email.