Eighty-seven steaks later, we start to crave a simple bowl of rice with vegetables. Even carnivore extraordinaire Davidson—jaw dropper. We get some vegetarian at Siempre Verde in Barrio Chino where this chinita takes a break from speaking Spanish. We had Ma Po Albondigas (Ma Po To Fu with fake meatballs) and were in total heaven. The waitress warned us the dish would be spicy, and I told her enthusiastically to bring on the picante. Argentines can’t really do spice. What a pity!
Buenos Aires’ Chinatown stretches over four square blocks. There are a few Chinese, Thai and Japanese restaurants. Some grocery stores with pungency issues so you know they are really Chinese. Good times.