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.
Not that the Mayans ever predicted the end of the world this last month, having only laid out the end of one in a series of “long cycles” of the calendar (amazing what people will reinterpret for their apocalyptic fantasies), but given that I’m writing this and you’re reading it, the long awaited and much… Read More 2012 Gone, Without an Apocalypse
I had a dream. A dream of pizzas. And the 92 bus. It happened a couple of months ago, I awoke one morning from a dream where I was convinced that along the route of the 92 bus there were 92 pizzerias and the goddess of pizzas had called me to try them all. I… Read More 92 Pizzas, Stops 1 & 2
We’re going to use the wayback machine today, sending us hurtling through space and time to San Telmo, cerca March 2008. My one and only visit to the much touted Café San Juan, Av. San Juan 450, San Telmo, 4300-1112. At the time I really didn’t like the place much. The food was okay, the… Read More Food sin ‘Tude
It’s been 6-1/2 years since I reviewed Sudestada, Guatemala 5602, in Palermo Viejo. And, in the interim, I’ve only been back once. If you look back at that review, I wasn’t overly impressed – it was fine, it wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t anything to get excited about. And, upfront, it still isn’t. If anything,… Read More South by Southeast
This is going to be an odd start to a restaurant critique… One of the things that few people except those who’ve known me personally a long time know about me is that I’ve got a background in science. My college years were filled with courses in math, physics, chemistry, engineering, biology and psychology. I… Read More Restaurant Experiment
Actually, I don’t, but in Brazilian portuguese they might, or they might say mandioca (as they do here in Spanish), or, well, there are just so many names – cassava, yucca, jawaw, chinangwa, kamoteng-kahoy… oh, it just depends on what language you feel like expressing this root in. I’ve been hearing rumors of this new… Read More You say “tapioca”, I say “aipim”
Just a half a block from home is the site of a restaurant. Now, in the 7+ years we’ve lived on this block this is now the fourth restaurant to occupy the space. The first three were parrillas of one sort or another, the only one I ever reviewed was Evaristo. It was decent and… Read More Taking Refuge at the Tapas Bar
If you’re not generally involved in the local foodie community, and yes, I used the “f” word – get over it, it’s a word, it’s in use – it’s quite likely you don’t know that this weekend BA is playing host to a gastronomic fair of, while not gigantic, at least quite large, proportions. Ferí… Read More A Fair Chew