When you’re only in town for two days, having done zero due diligence, it’s still pretty hard to go wrong in Buenos Aires, where the local Golden Corral is in the same league as David Burke’s Primehouse.
Unfortunately, between me and my co-pilot, we had ourselves a little South American yard sale and left behind a few memory cards (among many other things

), so very few photos remain.
Stretching out under an 80-degree sun on a sidestreet in the heart of bustling BA, after a redeye flight, catching up with an old friend, with a cold lager in hand, the tingle of anticipation, and a salty sandwich is not a memory I’m soon to forget. That was the first of many. Sunny days. Cafes. Cold beers. Salty sandwiches. The first one was a charm though – thick-cut, very young salami that was not short on savor or tang, on the perfect little baguette.
The
hotel’s breakfast was a nice spread of pastries, breads, cured meats, cheese, fruits, fresh juices etc, but even if you slept through it, there was always an excellent cup of coffee and an empanada around the corner, at every corner. The empanadas varied greatly from one place to the next – you can easily spot the great ones, but picking winners out of the vast middle-pack is a tough game, though frequently rewarding. Ironically, the only surviving photo I have is of probably the saddest empanada consumed. I believe this deflated dud contained spinach and cheese:
The above empanada came from a nice little “quicheria” on a side street (or possibly on Bartolome Mitre) somewhere near the Plaza de la Republica (Centro) – with those directions, I don’t expect you to go hunting it down, but if you’re walking around that nabe, you’ll know it when you see it. There will be at least a baker’s dozen delicious quiches in the display case, many of them over-the-top elaborate, along with several different empanadas, salads etc, and a little “mini-mart” across from the food-counter on the opposite side.
On the sweet side, there were a couple of things that you could not have avoided in BA (and Mendoza).
Alfajores are dulce de leche cookie sandwiches dipped in chocolate. They are delicious and will ruin your moon pies forever.
Havanna is probably the most popular alfajore shop, and they are everywhere. While they do make an excellent alfajore, I found the best ones to come from other ma’n’pa shops about town. The dulce de leche is almost always top-notch, but it always came down to the cookie. Doesn’t it always ?
The other ubiquitous sweet that I indulged in was of course gelato. There’s nothing wrong with a small scoop twice a day. Except that they always give you two scoops, no matter what size you ordered. And I always found myself going for a second gelato after midnight.
When it came to drinking, beer was often the daytime beverage of choice, and in addition to Quilmes & the universal European brews, there are actually some very good micros around at various bars & brewpubs. There were surprisingly few true wine bars around, at least to my eye, but far more in Buenos Aires than Mendoza at least (where wine was consumed by the bottle, not glass). There are many excellent Argentine wines that do not leave the country, and these are very widely available at restaurants and bars and cafes, you just need to taste around to find what you like. Argentina’s cocktail of choice is one written for my tastebuds – Fernet con cola. Fernet Branca is a potently bitter herbal Italian liqueur, for those with a
taste for the medicinal. They say it doesn’t cause hangovers and once again I proved them wrong.
And then there’s the boeuf. Which deserves its rightful place in the beef big leagues, along with kobe/wagyu, Galician and Tuscan beefsteaks. I’m told grain-finished is becoming a little more prevalent, but if it was, I didn’t notice – all the beef around tastes grass-fed, from slightly older (and larger) cows. If a little chew gets me a rich beefy essence, I’m willing to make that trade. The cuts in Argentina tend to be much larger than what we get here in the US, and then again all the cuts are not exactly the same either. But the flavour of this beef is just outstanding and I would never think of adulterating it with butter or sauce, maybe a little micro-spritz of chimichurri, but the steaks are plenty fat, juicy, and rich in beefiness. You can really taste it in the fat especially – take that charred-on-the-outside-melty-on-the-inside knob of fat off your ribeye and close your eyes, you’re going to paraíso.
The aforementioned ‘Golden Corral’,
La Asador Estancia, was where we ended up on our first night, mostly due to the luring fire out-front:

Carne is a little shy at first, but he’ll come out of his shell soon enough:

Lechon was luscious, though they got the skin all wrong, you needed a bandsaw to cut through it:

The chorizo was a sleeper of a sausage, nicely spiced (not spicy though) and dotted with rich little fatty bits:

And then came the nearly 2.5 pound porterhouse, sizzling & smoking, and smelling stupendous.

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly Golden Corral, but it is an example of a fairly mediocre
parilla for BA (and considered to be a tourist trap). It was great. I think the meal, with two bottles of tinto, amounted to something ridiculous like $30USD.
Asador El Estancia
Lavalle 941 (Centro)
(1047) Capital Federal, Buenos Aires
Tel: 54-11-4326-0330
La Cabrera mentioned upthread, is also allegedly a tourist trap, but it’s pretty clear they are operating at a different level. There were tourists to be sure, but on the Tuesday night we were there, there were also a ton of (what appeared to be) locals. No reservations on our part, but they kept the complimentary bubbly coming while we waited the short 15 minutes.
We placed an order for a caesar salad and chorizo when the waiter cut us off, shaking his head, “Too much.” My friend, later termed “El Gringo Chupacabra”, looked at him and continued with an order of house-made fusilli, some ham-topped-porterhouse and my ribeye. Forgive the terrible photo (very low light conditions), but here’s the spread:

The chorizo, a marvelous rendition, a little crumbly, but delicious all the same:

The pasta was excellent, for the few forkfuls I was able to manage:

And the righteous ribeye:

The steaks come with a banchan-style array of accompaniments, six with each steak (three on either side of your steer), and a little tray of seven additional ramekins. Lentils with olives, chickpea dip, quail eggs, mushrooms, garlic clove confit, pearl onions, mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, and a few other potato preps with various sauces. La Cabrera is a great place, loud and lively, and their pride of beef is obvious. They are clearly sourcing some excellent beef, and doing it full justice.
Buenos Aires deserves far more than two rushed days.
More on Mendoza later on.