Steak, Steak and more Steak

There hasn't been a day that's gone by that we haven't had it in some form. For me our best night out was Thursday. We took a suggestion on where to go for dinner from a friend of a friend living here, which ended up being La Cabrera. It's sort of Buenos Aires' answer to Brooklyn's Peter Luger's, except maybe a third of the cost at the end of the night. We were told that the place is always booked solid, and your only chance of a getting seated is to get there at 8:00 p.m. sharp and just wait and maybe get a cancellation.

Bryan exercised his Spanish skills with the wait staff and we weren't entirely sure what went down, as they didn't speak any English. Nevertheless we sat on a bench trying to figure out whether we should go somewhere else or how long to wait to find out if they indeed took our name for a reason and what exactly that meant. In probably no more than a half hour we were seated outside. We were trying to decide on whether to get a steak to share or each of us get our own steaks, when we saw a table next to us and decided that one was plenty. We were dining outside on a beautiful evening (which was pretty much the case every evening) and the waiter brought the man next to us his feast. The steak came with about 10 sides, everything from apple sauce to mashed potatoes to eggplant and mashed olives. We heard their interaction and noticed the man's English so we asked him where he was from: Dublin; Blackrock, to be exact. As that was the town we used to live in, we spent the next few hours in a lively conversation with him, all the while eating some of the best meat in the world, drinking some fine wine and then capping the meal off with a delicious dessert.

We did try to venture out of the meat zone one night and went to a Peruvian/Japanese fusion joint called Osaka so I could get some ceviche (raw fish cooked in different acidic juices), but I still ended up getting some bife de lomo (tenderloin) for my main course (in teriyaki sauce, though.) We also ate at Don Julio, another place known for its steaks, and the rest of the meals involved either pizzas or empanadas. Sadly, the pizza did not come from a hut. Maybe next time.