Restaurant reviews – the opinions expressed are solely my own. Often, though it will appear that they’re based on a single visit, they’re based on more than one. And I’m willing to hear from folks who disagree – I do know that restaurants, including my own, have their off days.
Buenos Aires – You probably can’t remember your first falafel. I certainly can’t, but knowing where I grew up, I’m sure it was a greasy ball of over-fried chickpea batter stuffed in some poor excuse for a pita bread, topped with iceberg lettuce and cellophane tomatoes, and doused in some combination of sauces that bore… Read More A Falafel does not a Gefilte make
Buenos Aires – Met up with my friend Victor and a group of folk he’d gathered together for a bit of a wine tasting on Sunday afternoon. What else is there to do on an Easter Sunday except bite the ears off of a chocolate bunny? And that gets old after a half dozen of… Read More Sunday Afternoon on the Docks
Buenos Aires – Let your eyes drift past the faded red awning, the storefront with it’s almost scrubbed off graffiti, the peeling paint on the inside walls, the parts of the ceiling falling to the floor below, the layer of dust atop every bit of decor in the room, and let them light upon the… Read More Pasta al Momento
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… Read More White, Brown, Black… Sushi and Jazz
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… Read More The Sushi Vault
Buenos Aires – Yesterday was just one of those days – the whole day was oriented around the topic of healthy food. I don’t know why, it just sort of all happened at once. And, it’s probably a good thing to have a day like that now and again. It started off with lunch –… Read More Detox Daydreams
Buenos Aires – I’m feeling a bit mislead. Yet, at the same time, it’s probably my own fault. No wait, it’s theirs. I’m not sure. Here’s the question. If a restaurant looks really fancy and expensive from the outside; gives every indication of that while you’re entering – circular drive, porticoed entryway, a huge, marbled… Read More Scheherezade at the Buffet Counter
Buenos Aires – José Andrés Pacheco de Melo was alive, here in Argentina, at one time. I’m reasonably certain of that. He was a priest, born in the northern city Salta, though I’m guessing he wasn’t a priest at birth. Later on he became a deputy of the national congress, and, was one of the… Read More A Melo Sort of Evening