…has to be the longest blog post title ever, right?

Those of you who are loyal followers of mine know that I graduated college just about a month ago. And let me tell you something, post-grad life sucks. The time I used to spend sitting in class, reading copious amounts of mostly redundant articles and writing papers, is now spent on the not-so-glorious task of job searching. I must have sent out anywhere from fifty to a bijillion resumes in the past month and besides having spoken with a few recruiters, there have been no leads. It’s a sad, sad task applying to jobs – it feels like you’re trying so hard to reach out and impress at least one person, but just end up being ignored. I mean, it’s borderline depressing… Of course I’d rather just be a world famous blogger, but I’m no Deb or Leandra so I have to get a real nine-to-five like the rest of us mortals (for now, at least).

I tots feel like Hannah right now, but don’t wanna settle for a coffee shop job yet…

Although I do have a part-time job to keep me semi-occupied, a great thing about no homework is getting to see more of my friends; like last week, when Michelle and I decided to take an afternoon stroll around Williamsburg – the hipster headquarters of the world. Now, Michelle is very artsy so she likes it a lot, but my feelings for this neighborhood are volatile. I’ve found it hard to come to terms with how “cool” everything and everyone tries to be there, how they look down upon your outfit if it’s more H&M/Zara and less grandma’s closet, and how condescending the whole of it can feel. However, I must admit that lately, I too have enjoyed browsing through the thrift shops, eating at the local restaurants, drinking at the bars, and, of course, Smorgasburg-ing. Maybe those folks are up to something after all. Sure, Bedford Avenue still makes my insides twist a little but now much less than ever! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it appears that I’m a convert…

Anyway, strolling quickly proved to be painful since it was freezing out and we decided to duck into the adorable Rosarito Fish Shack, a Mexican tequila bar/restaurant. Our waitress made sure to tell us about their 2-for-1 happy hour deal and I decidedly went for margaritas. I mean, two drinks for $8 in New York is practically unheard of!

Also as per recommendation of our waitress, we ordered the huitlacoche mushroom quesadilla ($8) to split. The thin, crispy tortilla was filled with mushrooms, corn and cheese, drizzled with truffle oil, and served with Mexican sour cream and guacamole. The quesadilla was light yet super savory, and fun to share.

Next we had the short rib soft tacos ($9 for two) – bits of braised beef short ribs with chimichurri sauce, avocados and shaved iceberg lettuce. The luxuriously fatty meat was divinely offset by the grassy aroma of the sauce and the crispness of the lettuce. They were absolutely perfect and we inhaled them in just a few bites!

By dessert time, my first margarita had fully kicked in and I was one happy camper, having completely forgotten about my job search woes. I ordered the flan ($7), something I find irresistible at Mexican restaurants, and it did not disappoint.

Michelle had the pastel de chocolate (also $7) that was served warm alongside ice-cream. The cake was very rich and chocolatey without being too sweet, which is a rare and valuable find. However, it wasn’t as ‘molten’ as we would have preferred.

Rosarito definitely gets a thumbs-up from me. And no, the two margaritas that got me positively drunk by 6pm have anything to do with it.