Upon arriving at my doorstep in a timely fashion on Saturday night, my first ever Argentine date asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner. The answer came to me almost automatically: a parillada. Not because I’ve never had one and not just because during the week I only have time to stuff a cheese…
Agonizing in bed, watching Adam Sandler movies on stream and beating yourself up about mixing champan-speeds, beer, whiskey and cosmos instead of just sticking with fernet-cokes all night is definitely one way of dealing with a hangover. Pulling yourself together and hopping down to the Recoleta Feria near Plaza Francia/Centro Cultural de Reco/Reco Cemetery is another,…
When friends suggest meeting me at my apartment and walking to a bar for the first drink of the night before hopping on the 110 to Palermo, I rarely have ideas to contribute. That’s because Recoleta isn’t the best place to start the night; the bars are yuppy and the clubs (which mostly play things…
On days when I want to spoil myself rotten (read: stay in bed watching Friends reruns on Cuevana in my pajamas all day), boy am I glad that there’s a place like Las Calas directly across the street. Open from 8 to 8 every day except Sundays, this panadería/cafetería serves up all those delicious little, daily-fresh, surprisingly…
Making a reservation at Casa Mun is surrendering yourself to Chef Mun’s world, becoming friends with him on facebook, entering his home, meeting his dogs. The night started out with a champagne reception, my friend and I and 12 other lucky guests gathering and mingling in the hall of the chef’s Palermo/Villa Crespo loft, the ground floor…
I recently journeyed to Palermo in seek of the honest truth about a legendary, little-old-lady run Mexican joint named La Cupertina, which supposedly once put out some of the best empanadas, humitas, locro (meat and corn stew). The rumors, sadly, are true. It is, in fact, closed and in place of the authentic little 12-peso-a-bowl joint is yet another…
I will always think of El Alamo first and foremost as a grimy, packed, frat-like sausage-fest where, in exchange for the cheap and inevitable intoxication brought on by the beloved Damas gratis (Chicks drink free) policy, ladies need to endure a constant wave of denim crotches pushing up against them, greasy Facundos and Alejandros calling out “Ajjj, te quiero!”…
La Fabrica del Taco is a cute little Mexican restaurant in Palermo. Their drinks are great; their tacos hit the spot. The tortillas were fresh and moist, the meat tender and juicy and the seasoning wasn´t bad either. Apparently the place is a popular one as we saw a line form and gradually lengthen just after…
Wandering across Tierra Santa (Holy Land), a Bible-based theme park in the outskirts of Nowheresville, Buenos Aires, I learned a lot about Jesus Cristo. Nothing puts me in the mood for shish-kebabs more than life-size statues of Our Lord + Savior on the verge of being stabbed by the spear of a pissed-off looking Roman dude with…
Sandwiches de miga are the perfect cheap lunch-time snack ubiquitous in Buenos Aires. Incredibly light and airy crustless, double-layered, 5-bite, white-bread sandwiches often made with ham and one other ingredient. Both of these cost me about $1 dollar and gave me the perfect mid-day boost of energy I needed after class without weighing me down. People…
That Best Bite 