I know… or knew… very little… well, really nothing.. about Argentine author Ernesto Sábato. For whatever reason, an invite to a tour of his house up in the northwestern suburb of Santos Lugares popped up on my Instagram feed. I was looking for something “cultural” to do, so, why not? The tour runs, currently, 7500 pesos, so about $5, and while it lasts only about two hours, it requires about an hour, or a little more, each way, to get there from home. So there was an afternoon’s adventures.
The tour is led by his grandson, the guy in the middle with his back turned, brown coat, glasses. It’s… detailed. We started with about 35-40 minutes in the front garden area while he talked about his grandfather and his works. In order to have at least a vague idea, I’d read his best known novel, The Tunnel, before the tour. And then he went around and asked people to tell about themselves and why they were there – it was voluntary, no requirement to do so. It was also chilly, sitting there on benches and chairs in the garden. It was also less intimate than expected – the invite and museum info state that the tours are limited to a maximum of 15 people, there were about 35. Made things very crowded.
The house is just filled with books and paintings.
A very pretty rear garden with a statue that “used to be in Parque Lezama in the city, but it’s not there anymore, it’s here”. Okay… legitimately? I mean, it’s small enough to load on a small truck or in a trunk of a bigger car. And you just finished telling us about how your grandfather didn’t have a lot of respect for the government or law. Just musing here. Overall, interesting enough. You do have to speak fluent Spanish to follow anything, and probably more familiarity than I had with Sábato’s works and the politics of the era – there were a lot of references that others clearly understood, but I didn’t follow.
I attended another tasting with the local sommelier society. This time, the wines of Bandini, a winery I was not familiar with. Very weirdly run. The winemaker did pretty much all the talking, and 90% of it was about things like soil composition, irrigation, and sun/wind exposure, and how that affected the grapes. The kind of stuff that winemakers find fascinating but are of approximately zero import to most sommeliers other than to pass exams. And apparently fearing that his various projected photos of vineyards and soil wouldn’t be as clear, the room was kept in the dark – for the entire tasting. Everyone was using their cellphone lights to see the wines and accompanying information. Just turn the damn lights on. And, I’m not going to review the four wines we tasted because… let’s just say, none of them were wines I would order or serve.
On to food for the week. This time focused just on restaurant dishes, as the two big things I cooked were a huge pot of locro de mandioca, covered in yesterday’s post; and a new entry in The Bread & Soup Project, coming up in a post tomorrow.
A relatively new Korean entry in Microcentro, Café Seúl, Maipú 979. Korean restaurants are all the rage these days. This one is really more café than it is restaurant, and the focus is on coffee and pastries.
Still, they have a short list of cooked food available at lunch – basically bulgogi, spicy chicken, tofu, or kimchi & cheese, in your choice of empanada, sandwich, or rice bowl. Cool idea to stuff an empanada with bulgogi – absolutely delicious. On the other hand, my spicy chicken sandwich really appears to be more of a rice bowl. To which I got a shrug, and “it’ll take us a little while to make the sandwich, but okay”. Nah, I don’t have the time to wait right now, I’ll eat the rice bowl. I wish I’d waited. The spicy chicken and vegetables were meh, the chicken bordering on dry… and the rice very dried out, crunchy in bits (and not in a good way), and had a very weird chemical taste to it – like someone left industrial soap in the rice cooker. I picked at the chicken and veg, pushed it aside – they weren’t interested – if anything was worse than the rice bowl it was the service, paid (“we know you ordered the sandwich, but you agreed to eat the rice bowl, so you’ll have to pay for that” – double the price), left no tip, and walked out. I wouldn’t go back.
On the other hand, a delivery order from a long time fave, Fa Song Song, also in Microcentro, at Esmeralda 993, of steamed and fried dumplings, and a bulgogi kimbap was a perfect lunch later in the week.
Oooh, delivery twice in a week, I don’t usually do that. But I was “home alone” and didn’t feel like making anything, and a burger place that I’ve been meaning to get to one night popped on the delivery app, and so I ordered the much touted blue cheese smash burger from Aroha, Cabrera 4223, in Palermo. It’s always a little difficult to judge something like a burger via delivery – the bun tends to steam and get a little mushy. But good seasoning, and really, a quite good blue cheese burger, and the smash patties done right, with crispy edges. Worth a direct visit one day soon.
And, finally, when sushi juggernaut Fabric (over 70 locations in the city, a far cry from that original one I visited seven years ago) announced the opening of their new handroll omakase bar in the DOT Baires Shopping center in Saavedra, I put it on the list. The Ronda, as the food court is called, is not the usual sort of mall suspects, but mostly mid to high end spots. It even has two small bowling alleys. I didn’t know Argentines bowled.
We sat down at the counter at Handororu, and had a very nice little eight-roll omakase “experience”. I’d say, equal in quality to Norimoto, though only 20,000 pesos versus Norimoto’s 32,200 price-tag. Not, however, as good as Asiaka, though also less than their price of 26,280. At the same time, it’s a long way from home, taking over an hour each way. Of the three, I’ll stick with Asiaka, though I’d have no hesitation to go here again if I was in the area for some reason.
How was your week?
Over the two decades I’ve been in Argentina I’ve seen more and more of these showing up on shelves. While many come to Argentina, and/or grew up here, are enamored of Malbec – easy to pronounce, easy to drink, kind of like the Merlot craze in the US years ago – Argentina produces so many better wines than many of those. Let’s start with half a dozen that I’ve sampled recently.
Picture this: Uco Valley, 1963, Alberto Zuccardi lays the foundation for a patchwork quilt of vineyards and the winery that has become synonymous with some of the best quality wines in Mendoza, Argentina. At the time, while of high quality, the wines were the usual suspects. But in 1976, his son José takes over the operations management of the winery and begins to import cuttings of grapes from various Italian and Spanish vineyards, bringing new varieties to the country. I’ve talked about some of my favorites at times in the past, but I recently had the opportunity to taste a half dozen of their excellent white wines. While I doubt that they will ever overtake Zuccardi’s reds in the market, they are well worth seeking out, and some of them rival top flight whites from countries better known for those. [Photo at the top of the page from a lunch I attended at Zuccardi many moons ago.]
The wines were presented in three pairs, each to showcase a different concept of “diversity” in approach to winemaking and grape growing.
[Cover photo from Domiciano’s Instagram account]
Bodega Domiciano is a small, family owned winery, of about 300ha, out of which half are currently planted. The current family member who’s running the place, Federico Fernandez, came to present seven of his wines to a group of around thirty of us. The winery is named after his grandfather, Domiciano.
As is typical in Argentina, even in professional settings, half of us were there on time and half showed up anywhere from 10-40 minutes late. I just wish the folk putting these things on would simply start on time, for those of us who respect their time, and want to have ours respected in turn. Oh well, nearly twenty years in to living here and while I now expect it, I still don’t like it.
Sennight: Week. First recorded before 1000; Middle English sevenyht, seoveniht(e), sennyght, etc., Old English seofon nihta; seven, night
Let’s start with a little Italian outing at Arte de Mafia, El Salvador 4975, Palermo for my regular Sunday lunch out with a local friend. The red and white check table toppers give that Little Italy vibe, which is not necessarily a good thing. But it’s quickly apparent that there’s a theme here, that fits with the name. The entire restaurant is dedicated to classic mafia movies, with posters, artwork, and memorabilia that fit the theme. As does the look of the tables.
I almost wish that the waiters fit the theme too – some sort of Marlon Brando-ish voice approach, or a little tough guy act, but they’re charming and friendly, and happy to make recommendations. We decided on their Lasagna con cordero della famiglia Corleone, a lamb lasagna “Corleone family” style. We were both trying to think whether either of us had ever had a lamb lasagna before. It’s got great flavor – it’s basically just a lamb bolognesa instead of beef. It’s a little borderline on the concept of lasagna though with only a bottom and top sheet of pasta and the filling in between – almost more of just a big open raviolo.
For our other plate, the Conejo Don Tony Pagliotto, a braised rabbit and “ratatouille” timbale in the style of, apparently, a mafia don of that name. Interestingly, of all the plates – each of which references a pop culture movie mafia family or person, most of whom I recognized, I can’t find anything about a Tony or Antonio Pagliotto in the genre. Did they just pick a random Italian name? When reading the menu description, this was not what we pictured – particularly that the rabbit was “pulled”, but we’d both happily eat this dish again. Neither dish was a wow, but they were both good, basic Italian cooking – though you can see on both plates that the tomato sauce is a little watery, it still had good flavor.
And finished off with a couple of decent cannoli. The shells are darker than usual because they’re tinged with cocoa powder, as is the ricotta filling. Again, solid, but no wows here. A little sweeter than I prefer, especially being drizzled all over with honey.
I am going to go a bit random through the week, as it happened. Our next door neighbor knocked on the door and handed me a tira de asado, a strip of a dozen beef shortribs. I was in a stew kind of mood, and slow cooked these in beef stock after browning them with onions, garlic, carrots, celery, dried apple, chilies, cannelini and canary beans. Pretty straightforward, and delicious on a chilly “winter” night.
I’m a big sake fan, and when I was having lunch with my friend Michael at Nippon in New York two weeks ago, he gave me a trio of small bottles from a producer that he represents. Uka is an interesting bi-national venture, using organic rice grown in the San Joaquin Valley in California from Koda Farms, and mountain spring water from Mt. Adatara in Fukushima, Japan. This is the first of the three bottles I tasted, their sparkling junmai daiginjo sake, which is off-dry and very… apple-y, and paired beautifully with the stew!
Continuing my exploration of cafés in my neighborhood – a venture that I started about ten weeks ago, I dropped in to one of our more commercial local chains. In my immediate neighborhood we have two branches of Havanna, this one at Av. Pueyrredón 1801, corner of French. I know every tourist goes and buys boxes of their alfajores to take back home, but really, they’re pretty mediocre. I do like that it’s one of the few places I can get an almost Vietnamese style coffee, with an extra strong espresso and sweetened condensed milk.
And, another café, newly opened (I think this month, or maybe last), Crecia Bolleria, Juncal 2179. A bolleria is a place that specializes in breads and rolls – the Spanish equivalent of a French boulangerie. As such, I probably should have sampled the savory wares – their medialunas look pretty amazing. But strangely, I was in the mood for something sweet, and they had just put out this ricotta tart (I guess the ricotta is mixed in to the filling, rather than being more cheesecake like). Good, but nothing exciting. Really good espresso. For those interested in keeping up with this project, the map continues to fill in!
Staying in sweet mode (very unusual for me), one of my favorite local desserts, a milhojas de manzana – a multilayered baked apple dessert with a decent hit of… nutmeg? At the classic bodegón Los Galgos, Av. Callao 501, corner of Lavalle, in San Nicolás. Their version is probably the best I’ve had in town.
And, a look at two of the plates I was particularly happy with at this week’s Casa SaltShaker dinner. It started off with the base of the Mexican street food esquites, the off the cob version of the elotes, roasted corn with cheese, chilies, lime, and mayo that is one of my faves. Here, I roasted corn, pineapple, rocoto chili, and hearts of palm, then added briefly poached shrimp, calamari, and cockles, all in a homemade mayo of egg yolk, walnut and corn oils, lime juice, habanero and ancho chili flakes, garlic, salt and pepper. Cilantro added in and scattered about.
And, hand-rolled semolina rigatoni.
The rigatoni are tossed with a lemongrass and turmeric infused brown butter, and then topped with anticuchos of chicken hearts (marinated in aji panka, black vinegar, mirin, and soy sauce), and slivered green onions.
And, how was your week?
I think this was my favorite dish for the whole month, and the one I had the most fun coming up with. These are caramelle pasta filled with a mix of fresh ricotta, smoked blue cheese, and caramelized shallots and chilies. Bathed in a brown butter spiked with merquén chili flakes, and garnished with herring roe and chives. Served with Monteviejo’s “Festivo” Rosé 2020, a 100% Malbec pink.
This one brings in some classic French technique. We’ve got a simple fillet of besugo, or sea bream, sautéed in a little butter and lightly dusted with salt and white pepper. A hasselback potato, beautifully golden outside and creamy inside. And, a classic beurre blanc sauce that’s tinged with a little ají amarillo puree, dill fronds and seeds, and red and black roe. Served this one up with an unfiltered Pinot noir from Fernando Ravera’s “Turbio” line, the 2022.
Another pasta, because, well, pasta. Here, langanelli, a sort of long trapezoidal shaped pasta made from a mix of whole wheat, semolina, and pasta flours. It’s dunked, and bathed, and slathered with a bagna cauda thickened with a little roux, so it has an intense garlic and anchovy flavor, and then topped with diced green beans that were sauteed in the bagna cauda, some fresh ricotta, and a dusting of tajín spice. This one I went for a 100% Syrah rosé from Alpasión.
And, for our final dinner of the month, our take on a classic Peruvian lomo saltado, using rib-eye, sautéed with mixed bell peppers, onions, chilies, and garlic. It’s served with mashed potatoes flavored with ají amarillo and a touch of lemon. For this, a bold 2022 Cabernet franc from Catena’s Nicasia Vineyards selection.
And that’s a wrap on January! Henry’s off to Peru for February, so there will likely be fewer dinners and I’ll combine them with March for the next round-up post. But, there will be more restaurant reviews coming, particular from restaurants that aren’t his cup of tea!