SaltShaker

Buenos Aires - Cementerio Recoleta may get all the press, it gets the tour buses, it has the surrounding touristy restaurants, the weekend artesanal fair, and, of course, the crowds that flock to gape at Evita’s tomb. It takes up a space roughly two by two city blocks, and it’s conveniently located to everything, including [...]

Buenos Aires - It’s been awhile since I worked on my Paint By Numbers project - exploring the different date numbered streets of Buenos Aires as a way of seeing new neighborhoods (search on Paint By Numbers for the others). I was headed out towards the Villa Urquiza neighborhood to check out a restaurant I’d [...]

Buenos Aires - I love rubbing meat. So do a lot of people, and more than one has come up with a tasty rub worth copying. And, recently, I copied. More or less. I spotted a recipe for a Kona coffee rubbed pork chop made by Chef Christopher Ennis at the Vibrato Grill Jazz… etc., [...]

Buenos Aires - Continuing on last week’s post on the new reality series Top Chef, with episode #5, Blind Confusion - a headlong jump into the world of exotic flavors. First, the quickfire challenge - a blindfolded attempt to identify twenty different offbeat ingredients, most of them Asian. Surprisingly, my fave Asian contestant, Lee Anne, [...]

Buenos Aires - The grapevine buzzes every now and again with a hint that some of the best sushi to be found in Buenos Aires is at a hip little club called Rubia y Morena, the blond and the brunette. I’m not sure if it’s just one of those things where someone got the name [...]

Buenos Aires - I have mentioned before the world of memes, those lovely series of questions that get passed around from blogger to blogger. One of my regular readers has “tagged” anyone who wants to participate in the Around the World food blogging meme, and since I was exhausted after Saturday’s dinner and yesterday’s post [...]

Buenos Aires - I’ve mentioned a few times my old dinner group that used to get together once a month for the Second Sunday Supper Circle, generally on, not surprisingly, the second sunday of the month. The alliteration doesn’t work in castellano, and besides, I no longer am working every saturday of my life, so, [...]

Buenos Aires - He rang the bell and more or less whispered “sushi” into the microphone. Standing on the sidewalk, head shaved, dressed in a bulky navy blue flak vest, black pantalones tucked into mid-calf high jackboots, he looked for all the world like a commando ready for a raid. Wordlessly he handed me a [...]