So today is a no plan plan day. We got off to a lazy start since we needed to wait for the shops to open. Wandered down San Martin past El Establo parrilla (where we feasted two nights ago) and then back over to Florida - the main pedestrian street/mall. The street vendors were already out in force, and foot traffic was heavy. We visited Galerias Pacifico and found a really neat shop called El Boyero. We found some good stuff to add to our collections in a souvenir store, and wrapped up our shopping just before lunch with the purchase of Argentina rugby gear.
Found a lovely restaurant/cafe on Cordoba - La Barra. Enjoyed a Quilmes Bock, which I think is the best cerveça on this trip. Open faced veggie sandwich on Pan Negro was delicious. Karen had a Pizza Morreno and a Stella Artois. Waiter was very good and this was a great cafe (much better than Gran Cafe).
After lunch we strolled back to the Hotel for a siesta and visited the pool.
After getting ready to go out to dinner, at about 7:30 pm, and much to Karen´s chagrin, we headed out to walk to San Telmo and Parrilla La Brigada. We walked all the way down Florida past all the street vendors and amongst large crowds of people, Karen clutching her purse fiercly. We stopped near Plaza de Mayo to watch a four piece rock band busking. After a minor altercation between an intoxicated homeless person and another observer, we carried on across the main intersection, then made our way to Defensa Street. From there we walked along past loiterers and groups of youth getting their Friday evening underway. Once we got to Avenida Estados Unidos, the environment had improved some, but Karen didn´t relax until we were inside La Brigada.
We had an excellent waiter, and the food was fantastic. Portion sizes were much more reasonable, we had essentially the same as at El Establo, including a bottle of Luigi Bosca Malbec Reserva. After dinner, the doorman hailed a cab and we returned to the Claridge promptly for 20 pesos. I had noticed a group of people scavenging a large pile of garbage at the corner of San Martin and Tuçuman. In an unwarranted provocation, I took a snapshot of this undertaking which infuriated one of the participants. We beat a hasty retreat to our hotel without further incident. Once inside, we retired to the bar for a Cosmo and a couple of Caipariñas (by far the best). I had noticed that in Chile, they used powdered azucar to make them, but at the Claridge, the bartender used granular azucar and it makes a big difference. I couldn´t help but notice that after serving our drinks, the bartender (a woman) dipped below the bar to drain the drink mixer, we had a good chuckle about this.
And that´s a wrap.
Found a lovely restaurant/cafe on Cordoba - La Barra. Enjoyed a Quilmes Bock, which I think is the best cerveça on this trip. Open faced veggie sandwich on Pan Negro was delicious. Karen had a Pizza Morreno and a Stella Artois. Waiter was very good and this was a great cafe (much better than Gran Cafe).
After lunch we strolled back to the Hotel for a siesta and visited the pool.
After getting ready to go out to dinner, at about 7:30 pm, and much to Karen´s chagrin, we headed out to walk to San Telmo and Parrilla La Brigada. We walked all the way down Florida past all the street vendors and amongst large crowds of people, Karen clutching her purse fiercly. We stopped near Plaza de Mayo to watch a four piece rock band busking. After a minor altercation between an intoxicated homeless person and another observer, we carried on across the main intersection, then made our way to Defensa Street. From there we walked along past loiterers and groups of youth getting their Friday evening underway. Once we got to Avenida Estados Unidos, the environment had improved some, but Karen didn´t relax until we were inside La Brigada.
We had an excellent waiter, and the food was fantastic. Portion sizes were much more reasonable, we had essentially the same as at El Establo, including a bottle of Luigi Bosca Malbec Reserva. After dinner, the doorman hailed a cab and we returned to the Claridge promptly for 20 pesos. I had noticed a group of people scavenging a large pile of garbage at the corner of San Martin and Tuçuman. In an unwarranted provocation, I took a snapshot of this undertaking which infuriated one of the participants. We beat a hasty retreat to our hotel without further incident. Once inside, we retired to the bar for a Cosmo and a couple of Caipariñas (by far the best). I had noticed that in Chile, they used powdered azucar to make them, but at the Claridge, the bartender used granular azucar and it makes a big difference. I couldn´t help but notice that after serving our drinks, the bartender (a woman) dipped below the bar to drain the drink mixer, we had a good chuckle about this.And that´s a wrap.
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