February 05
How many times have they said that the best Argentine steaks in the world are those?
I'm certainly not an expert (15 years without meat), but I can guarantee that they are good.
But.
But first: the best "picada" (small pieces of grilled meat) ever eaten has been in Salvador de Bahia in 2003. Of course, we were in good company, chicks chicks right and left, but I remember it as soft as ever. Even the Brazilian cows have immense skies and immense love.
But second, that serious: the other night Manuel, Roman and I both went to a dinner and tango iperturistica we ordered the meat.
Attention.
The menu read the following sentence: Continue reading »
February 02
If you thought that Buenos Aires would stop to the barrel, you were wrong.
And 'in the field entata cocaine.
It's always some talk about that coke, right? Suddenly the trip becomes trip, cool world, real life.
Even if you do not sniff.
Chronicle.
Manuel invited me to eat with friends in Palermo (good neighborhood). Put on my slippers, jeans and white shirt the legendary Thai (Italian style) with my name written in Thai on the collar. A non plus ultra of ... ok, indefinable.
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February 01
I have been rightly criticized for not writing more.
Unfortunately, the routine took me and my life has greyed buenosairesene, making writing a report (... Geez! Report, no blog, why should I call them blog now?) More difficult.
But the people waiting for my words, for which I am to record the classic episodes.
Today I will speak of the breakfast in Buenos Aires:
The Highlights
The best moment of my day is the morning, because it is unchangeable and has something bohemian 2008. I get up, even at 10 if I'm late the night before (it happens), I take a shower, I put my shirt in Thailand, I put down to wash the other two that I took away the kitchen sink, and go out in slippers Balinese (nothing exotic, but taken in Bali last year). Continue reading »
