Having had rather some success with eateries so far, as recommended by the Time Out Guide to Buenos Aires, I went in search of a couple of potential places for dinner tonight. They were one block away from each other but a little step from the hotel. On my way there I was stopped and asked for directions, by a an old couple who were Argentinian I think. It's always a good sign when travelling and people think you're local. The bad part was that I speak very very very little Spanish, so I had to trot out one of my few phrases and hot foot it away.
Further down the street I walked through the filming of a Peugeot 206 commercial, so that was fun. They didn't seem to mind people walking through, maybe it saves on the cost of extras? Anyway, I got to the junction where restaurant #1 was supposed to be. But yes, you guessed it, no show. In fact, there was a restaurant, but definitely not the right name. So I carried on to the location of the next one. Not a chance, and no open-fronted places that could have been a restaurant either, just a long, blank wall on one side of the road and a huge hotel on the other (same chain as the one I'm in, but clearly posher than mine).
Now my UKian stomach is really rumbling. It's 2015 and there's nowhere around that looks feasible. So I walked on back, past my hotel and to the trendy Italian I went to on Monday, Filo (do excuse the pretentious web site, it is quite nice in the flesh though you can laugh at copy like ' indiferentes stay out'). At least the bruschetta and pizza were good there, so it can't be all that bad.
Well, there's cow on the menu, so I'm having beef carpaccio to start and a lump of beef for a main course. Lack of copious amounts of cheese and bread in this meal will be a Good Thing and I'm looking forward to the cow. I did pretty well with ordering, but couldn't remember the words for 'practically raw please' when asked how I wanted my steak cooked. Oh well. I tried. Breadsticks have arrived so I shall attempt to ignore those until my starter gets here...
