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	<title>Comments on: Comida Catamarque&#241;a</title>
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		<title>By: SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Not So Buena Vista Social Club</title>
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		<dc:creator>SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Not So Buena Vista Social Club</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 12:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Now, erase that picture from your mind. I should have known better, I mean Grant and I have never gone to one of those lounges - we go to places like Don Carlos or la cocina&#8230; &#8220;Club&#8221; Eros, is an old-fashioned, neighborhood, social and athletic club. It&#8217;s a gymnasium. Really. There are kids jumping rope, playing tag, running, screaming, girls sitting in the corner playing with dolls, boys in the corner tearing wings off of flies&#8230; I don&#8217;t know - it looked like recess at any school - with a mix of kids from late single digits to early teens. If you look off to the right of the main entrance halway, there&#8217;s a room with rickety wooden tables and chairs, and people are sitting their eating. Not the kids, it was mostly neighborhood guys, from their 20s to their 90s, hanging out, arguing about sports, and watching a bit of futbol on the t.v. mounted over the bar at one end of the room. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Now, erase that picture from your mind. I should have known better, I mean Grant and I have never gone to one of those lounges - we go to places like Don Carlos or la cocina&#8230; &#8220;Club&#8221; Eros, is an old-fashioned, neighborhood, social and athletic club. It&#8217;s a gymnasium. Really. There are kids jumping rope, playing tag, running, screaming, girls sitting in the corner playing with dolls, boys in the corner tearing wings off of flies&#8230; I don&#8217;t know - it looked like recess at any school - with a mix of kids from late single digits to early teens. If you look off to the right of the main entrance halway, there&#8217;s a room with rickety wooden tables and chairs, and people are sitting their eating. Not the kids, it was mostly neighborhood guys, from their 20s to their 90s, hanging out, arguing about sports, and watching a bit of futbol on the t.v. mounted over the bar at one end of the room. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Duck and cover&#8230;</title>
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		<dc:creator>SaltShaker &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Duck and cover&#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 12:56:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Buenos Aires - Friday was a day of wandering. Maureen wanted to see the Recoleta Cementerio, so we started there and spent a good amount of time wandering up and down the pathways. It was apparently maid service day - an inordinate number of crypts were open, and scattered throughout the cemetery were buckets of soapy water, cleaning supplies, and, even the occasional worker. There also appears to be a large amount of repair work going on - apparently some money must have been allocated to spruce the place up a bit. Afterwards was a bit of shopping and a stop-off to sample through some of my favorite empanadas and locro at la cocina. The empanadas are still the best I&#8217;ve tried, the locro now, pales in comparison to some others (and, I think, to mine). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Buenos Aires - Friday was a day of wandering. Maureen wanted to see the Recoleta Cementerio, so we started there and spent a good amount of time wandering up and down the pathways. It was apparently maid service day - an inordinate number of crypts were open, and scattered throughout the cemetery were buckets of soapy water, cleaning supplies, and, even the occasional worker. There also appears to be a large amount of repair work going on - apparently some money must have been allocated to spruce the place up a bit. Afterwards was a bit of shopping and a stop-off to sample through some of my favorite empanadas and locro at la cocina. The empanadas are still the best I&#8217;ve tried, the locro now, pales in comparison to some others (and, I think, to mine). [...]</p>
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