There comes a time in every man’s journey to a foreign country with the purpose of eating nachos when he realizes that he is going to eat his last nacho. It’s a very important time in a human’s life, and makes one wonder what started the grand journey of worldwide nacho consumption; where it would end, and where it all began. For me, it was with a single tweet.

Remember back when I said “So, 5000+ miles, or 8046.72+ kilometers, from Mexico, nachos can still be pretty damn tasty. I’m sure this will be reflected across all the other nachos I would eat during the rest of my London trip, right? Right? Right?” Well as I learned on my second tangle with the nachos of London, not necessarily so much.

Having recently traveled “across the pond” to London, England, Great Britain, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth, I knew I would need to do several things on the trip. Visit the British Museum, eat some Fish & Chips and Jellied Eels, marry The Queen on a double decker bus, the usual stuff. Most importantly though, for tax reasons, I had to eat and review some nachos. What would they taste like, in a country with perhaps not the most flavorful of food and not a lot of Mexican influenced foods? Well now I know, because I went there and tried some.