most of all we’ll miss buenos aires, and this sweet view every morning. sniff
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Argentina
we’ll miss the best italian restaurant ever ever ever
Hands down, Il Balo Di Mattone has the best Italian food in Buenos Aires. We went at least three times a week. It’ll be hard to break this habit, and we’ll miss the fun dudes who work there.
we’ll miss piper and lucy
why are we pigging out on cow again?
Reasons:
1. Hey, when in Argentina.
2. Inca trail buds Ross and Karina are visiting after a giant Peruvian journey, and we should do it up.
3. We are starting our countdown—leaving Buenos Aires very soon.
4. La Cabrera is the best. Steak has never been this succulent.
maybe we chose a bad day for tigre
Everybody said “Go to Tigre!” Tigre is a delta town an hour north of Buenos Aires, and we finally took the trip with pal Kristin. I was disappointed. Maybe it was too cold for this type of thing. Maybe my expectations were a tad unrealistic. To be annoyingly pretentious and use a New York metaphor, I was expecting Hamptons in the summer and not Coney Island in the winter.
now this is an embarrassing beef overload (part one)
Davidson over orders at Las Lilas at Puerto Madero with Kristin’s family. No one can finish their food. Ouchy.
street snaps: puente de la mujer at night
This bridge, designed by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava in 1999, is supposed to reflect the sombre beauty of a woman’s posture while dancing the Tango. Here, Davidson and Kristin are not playing along with the sombre thing.
is there such a thing as sexy vegetarian?
We take breaks between steaks with vegetarian organic options. There are some here and we need to stop tearing into cows and guinea pigs. They must have an amazing resident baker at Artemisia because that bread table and our plates look pretty and smell like heaven. Davidson and I share a provoleta-inspired polenta app (last pic) which is beyond tasty, and I love my croquititas—moist quinoa and breadcrumb puffs. I’m adding a pic of a lentil burger from two days after. So delicious with a sesame roll, tomato confit and gruyere. Love.
friendly match score: argentina 5, canada 0. also we encounter football hooligans
Some dudes take our seats and won’t get up. Apparently, that happens in Buenos Aires a lot so it’s not a big deal. We just take some other seats. Halfway through the game, a fight breaks out in another section. Seems like a lot of guys are punching one dude. Looks like a giant wave. It’s over in about five minutes and we return to watching Argentina trouncing Canada.
playing for the other team
One can tire of top notch steaks. It is entirely possible after almost four months. Davidson and I take a break from carne and duck into Bio, an organic vegetarian joint. The pizza is amazing. They use real cheese, and everything is delicious.
