Well, my dear readers excited, here I am again back to the capital of Europe, with sixteen hours of travel behind me. Do you see my spirit of dedication and sacrifice? Do you percatáis in full scourge of jet-lag, longing strongly that it's time to get into the envelope, I sit on the Mac keyboard and I write postpartum? The truth is that I have said, Sorokin, or do it now or the thing can get "calandam graecam ad, you already know, bird. So here I am.
title Do not listen, because I have many things to say about outlaws, some more about tangos and chorizo \u200b\u200benough about steaks, what happens is that the title is an Alexandrian well as fourteen syllables with two hemistiches, and setback would be a churro Do you see, ceporrillos? to "on steak with sausage, tangos and hoodlums" sounds fatal?. It also has fourteen syllables but music is like a kick in the trigeminal nerve.
Come then go with the steak sausage. I have followed exactly the advice you gave me Madame Delikat, head of one of my favorite blogs:
(DelikatEssences.blogspot.com) and I convinced my colleagues to go to "La Brigada"
nearly so successful that I have not gotten them out of there. In fact we went twice and now I will explain why, do not be impatient. The first night they had ribeye (Delikat recommendation), so we had to content himself with a steak sausage:
Anyway, as you can see we were five, not that everyone eat two steaks. The truth is that they were to get to howl at the moon looked like. We also found a wine from Mendoza, really good:
And this was a discovery for me, because until now had never found a Malbec that I liked, but this was, as the French say "pee du Bon Dieu "(not translate, hey, maybe someone is angry.) I brought a bottle, "properly wrapped in dirty shirts that will not break-in the case. has arrived safely, traquilizáos. Also, maybe the shirts will give additional taste.
The second time went by accident. DelikatEssences I had also recommended "The cabin of the lily" in Puerto Madero. I convinced them to go, and left the reception in charge of booking a table for five, while we pushed us around Quilmes in "Crank" (we recommend cafe in Recoleta). All of a sudden, violent storm broke out, so we went in two taxis, after finishing cervezota. We arrived at the famous cottage and had no reserves or mothers. Sapristi! and rain beating down, and my colleagues in organizing the Caine Mutiny, "we want to go to the Brigade and let the shit" (they said in English, because there the only one who spoke Castilian was server, I translate for you to see what state of mind they were). Total, two taxis in the rain, and the Brigade. This time I had rib eye ... but I prefer steak chorizo. The wine, as good as the previous day.
As to tango, we did the tourist stupid and provincial. The ineffable hotal reception, to ingratiate himself with us after the fiasco of the previous day ("if I said there was no place, but you were gone, etc, etc") are recommended "The old store." There were two possibilities: with dinner and no dinner. My colleague Ynte, measuring two meters, said that no meal was not going anywhere. Turn then to dinner. Caro and Light. The show, well, that, tango. Very well danced and such, but for tourists. Japanese masses, gringos, etc. Argentina had some, because when the animator wanted to sing to the public "back" was heard a few threads of voice and runny people in the audience.
won a photo (without flash, of course):
top, when we went to go Dutch, one of the bills that we were told it was false. Finally, the truth is I was pretty well done. Here's the picture I did with the ticket to celebrate such an interesting event:
But, hey, I am sure you would like more the singing and dancing tango in La Boca. They are also for tourists, but they look more genuine (I do not accept rude comments, please)
And I'll cut the roll, I'm getting cake, I is getting hungry and I can get so heavy as my colleague Ynte with that dinner. Only comment that I was very impressed with a trade unknown to me: dogs. What things have in Buenos Aires. At first I was very surprised to see people with a pack of friends of man in the street, until a taxi driver explained to me: are dedicated to walking dogs for people who can not get them out. This photo we saw him again for night, as seen in the second image and the dogs look the same, meaning that they spend the day with the litany:
and nothing else, I'm going. I leave you with a picture of a cafe in Recoleta. The truth is that I have in Buenos Aires at home. I am willing to return as needed.
greetings
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