BUENOS AIRES: GORGEOUS GIRLS & GRILLS
I have had a hard time walking around Buenos Aries since I arrived about 48 hours ago.
It is not the hateful weather, which despite the fact it is almost Summer, is cold and horribly damp.
It is not the fact that it is a vast city accommodating a huge volume of traffic with drivers who obviously score extra points if they hit a balding, forty something tourist with ears like open car doors.
Nope, I am not going to lie to you, it is because the women in this city are so astonishingly attractive that I have been wandering around in a state of step troubling engorgement almost since I touched down at the airport.
The women here are, as we used to say in Rotherham “drop your chips” gorgeous. However, being firmly in the “it has ears so it must be a face” category, I am, of course, entirely invisible to every last one of them. Bugger.
Anyway, despite this handicap, I have managed to hobble around and squeeze in a few meals which, unsurprisingly, given where I am, have involved large chunks of fresh meat grilled for my pleasure.
I have tried a few Parrillada so far and yesterday’s effort at La Dorita in Palermo was not a bad effort. Starting with a few hefty croquetta before moving on to a 400gms bife de lomo (tenderloin) with a bowl of sweet potato chips. Followed (in tribute to HP who would have loved this meal) a Mixta of helado. They don’t age their meat here, so the taste is quite different from those I tried recently in the USA. They also like to cook it a little more than the bloody state I normally demand, but it is plenty enjoyable never the less.
Wine comes, in rather fun little penguin shaped pots which the locals “baptise” with a little soda and chunk or two of ice, and the whole experience is, to go back to another “chips” reference, “cheap as”
In fact, my meal yesterday (three courses, wine, tea and a little something extra at the end) came to just under £14 and, I am told that it is one of the more expensive versions in town with similar meals being easily available for well under £5.
I have another forty eight hours in BA before flying off to Brazil. I am going to see how much more meat I can fit in.
This city may not be kind to the ego of a middle aged man, but it is, at least kind on the wallet.