Aren't we all?

In the immortal song by Sister Sledge:  "We are family....so please pull your dick out of me".  Well, a tweeked version of it anyway.  It's an inside joke.

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On the "World Tour" of Cleveland Mexican I traveled to Strongsville yesterday.  There was a "nice" little Tex-Mex restaurant/bar on Pearl road called Mad Cactus.  It claims to have the best margaritas in the Cleveland area. The best ribs in the strongsville area. And the best fajitas in Ohio.  Now, I did manage to taste the margaritas, I'll have to go for the fajitas on wednesday when they are half price...bitches were 16 dollars regular, fuck you!  Anyway, the margaritas were actually really good.  They weren't the normal salty, strong tequilla kick in that shit hole that we are used to.  They had a lot of flavor and something I couldn't pick my finger in, uh...on.  It wasn't the sexy ass bus boy's jizz-cycles either, I asked him in the bathroom inbetween strokes.  It was almost like a sprite flavor and bubbly goodness.  Which for all intensive purposes did manage to taste like his jizz-cycles, weird.  They had something there that I will have to say was pretty amazing and will probably never be topped on this Tour.  It was their version of artichoke dip.  A little glob of spicey, white-ish green dollop of Jesus himself in a cute little brown glazed bowl.  Scooping a chip into this cream-in-pants making concoction was as good as blowing that dirty little buss boy in the stall would have been if I had.  It had a cheesey tang, a greensy tart and a sour cream after thought that brought it all together in a garliciously delicious goodness.  That, is worth going to the Mad Cactus for.  Might have a jumbo mango margarita while you're there.
9175 Pearl RD. Cleveland Ohio, 44136.
Enjoy.