yeah I know you did not ask!
Just before you cross the Mississippi River on I-255 there is big billboard advertising a Mexican restaurant on the Illinois side. What grabs my attention every time is the huge statement declaring that they have “The freshest margaritas on either side of the river“.
I have never thought of a margarita as being either fresh or stale. Perhaps frozen or on the rocks, salt on the rim or not, made with top shelf tequila as opposed to under the bar instant hangover rotgut, but never as fresh or stale.
I finally decided what a fresh margarita must be is one served by a sassy señorita in a too short skirt. I just may have to check out their beverage claims.