SaltShaker

Buenos Aires - Family owned and operated, in business since 1973, now with 12 branches around the city, but I headed to the original shop, because it was near to where I ended up my walk yesterday. The first Chungo, which literally means “a real bitch” or “a nasty piece of work” or anything else [...]

Buenos Aires - This is a short continuation of my first foray into my Paint By Numbers plan, as I’d left off partway through my tour of 3 de Febrero. I’m going to leave this one as mostly a photo essay, as, simply, the rest of the street was almost purely small homes, from the [...]

Buenos Aires - One more stop on The Great Empanada Tour! On the recommendation of a couple of folk, I headed out to Belgrano to try some Bolivian empanadas. Actually I headed out to go somewhere else entirely, but it was closed for lunch, and then I remembered this recommendation. It wasn’t exactly a recommendation [...]

Buenos Aires - Spittin’ images, as they say. Walter Matthau was easy to pick out, right out of Grumpy Old Men. The other one, I keep wracking my brain and going between Buddy Hackett, a plumped up Phil Silvers, a plumped up Milton Berle, or Jonathan Winters if he looked more like the other three. [...]

Buenos Aires - Tag was one of my favorite games when growing up. I’m not sure if we ever knew “the rules” of the game. I’m not even sure if there are any. We just used to run around a lot, chasing after each other, and shrieking “Tag, Your It!” at the top of our [...]

Buenos Aires - Happy and productive, and Felix wouldn’t want it any other way. This is Felix of La Olla de Felix, Juncal 1693, in Barrio Norte, a 30-some seat French bistro that he has been running for just over a decade. Rumor has it he was the former lauded chef of the Ritz hotel [...]

In the year 301 our village was the first to adopt Christianity. Today, here at El Manto [the cloak], we breathe the mysticism and the secrets of those first flavors, with dishes secretly passed from generation to generation. Our authentic Armenian recipes are changed each season by the hard work of Armenian women. Our cuisine [...]

Buenos Aires - It’s my own fault. I admit it. Back before I left New York, in conversations with friends, I said things like “I miss how friends used to drop by my place back home to do things. We didn’t spend hours arranging hanging out, via SMS or e-mail or telephone.” Of course, we [...]