I woke up just in time to meet my room mate, a wedding singer from Cordoba. I didn't have the energy to get into the advantages of being a singer performing in front of all those fluffy hearted, tear streaming, single and very available ladies. Now, the following was not a cliche.
My room was on the terrace floor and overlooked hundreds of rooftops in Palermo Soho. The sunset sky and clouds were aglow in crimson in the breezy, calm southern summer. The wedding singer (I forgot his name) told me to look down at the terrace adjacent and below us. There, in the silence of the sunset, were a middle aged couple dancing a gentle Tango completely absorbed in their trance and unaware that somebody was watching them. Not surreal. Not cliched. Real. This was my first impression of B.A.!
I stepped out of the hostel and headed to the heart of Palermo in search for something to nibble i.e. food. In my lack of knowledge of beverage sizes around here I asked for a bottle of beer. I got a 750ml monolith! I asked for a substantial amount of snacks like crisps but I got a full plate of chips! 2 classic language blunders in a row. I was ready for a hat-trick. As I had my refreshments I sat watching the young and beautiful of B.A. passing by and getting ready to get jiggy this Saturday nite. All full and tipsied up, I was ready for my 1st Argentinian steak!
And I found it at a popular Parilla (Steak house) at a major avenue in the area. The waiters were veterans (of waitering, not war!), a mark of knowledge of the cuisine, not necessarily of good service. Nevertheless the service here was good and my waiter prevented me from ordering an enormous plate of Cuban rice (of chow mein proportions!) with my "bife de chorizo"(steak) with mushrooms. Instead a small portion of rice was just enough for the steak and I overdid it by ordering a medium bottle of red wine.
Despite the 'rico' (tasty) experience this was an ill advised thing to do (no idea what possessed me....well its Porteño aka B.A. style!). In the past week I have skipped 4 time zones with a total difference of upto 9 hours and here I was eating steak at 1am. My indigestion the following day was debilitating but it still didn´t stop me from tucking into a triple decker steak sandwich for Sunday lunch for just 10 Argentinian pesos (2 pounds!)! Burp!
K.
My room was on the terrace floor and overlooked hundreds of rooftops in Palermo Soho. The sunset sky and clouds were aglow in crimson in the breezy, calm southern summer. The wedding singer (I forgot his name) told me to look down at the terrace adjacent and below us. There, in the silence of the sunset, were a middle aged couple dancing a gentle Tango completely absorbed in their trance and unaware that somebody was watching them. Not surreal. Not cliched. Real. This was my first impression of B.A.!
I stepped out of the hostel and headed to the heart of Palermo in search for something to nibble i.e. food. In my lack of knowledge of beverage sizes around here I asked for a bottle of beer. I got a 750ml monolith! I asked for a substantial amount of snacks like crisps but I got a full plate of chips! 2 classic language blunders in a row. I was ready for a hat-trick. As I had my refreshments I sat watching the young and beautiful of B.A. passing by and getting ready to get jiggy this Saturday nite. All full and tipsied up, I was ready for my 1st Argentinian steak!
And I found it at a popular Parilla (Steak house) at a major avenue in the area. The waiters were veterans (of waitering, not war!), a mark of knowledge of the cuisine, not necessarily of good service. Nevertheless the service here was good and my waiter prevented me from ordering an enormous plate of Cuban rice (of chow mein proportions!) with my "bife de chorizo"(steak) with mushrooms. Instead a small portion of rice was just enough for the steak and I overdid it by ordering a medium bottle of red wine.
Despite the 'rico' (tasty) experience this was an ill advised thing to do (no idea what possessed me....well its Porteño aka B.A. style!). In the past week I have skipped 4 time zones with a total difference of upto 9 hours and here I was eating steak at 1am. My indigestion the following day was debilitating but it still didn´t stop me from tucking into a triple decker steak sandwich for Sunday lunch for just 10 Argentinian pesos (2 pounds!)! Burp!
K.
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