Stinger's margaritas are a gift from the Aztec gods, and they go down like a few drops of Rescue Remedy, leaving you all relaxed and with just the right tang on your tongue to make you ask for another and another. And therein lies the problem. Margaritas are always a double-edged sword. Only once you've drunk every last bit of your third do you realise you might not find your way home. But never mind, you'll have had such a good time that you'll end up back at Stinger again, with a thirst that can only be quenched by just the right salty concoction.