It is true. meat, meat, meat... its all they ever think about. Went to a true local parrilla yesterday, as in I was 4 stone lighter, considerably cleaner and drier, 10 times whiter and stood out for being female too. I have to upload a picture - its open to the street, one room grill and bar area and costs $17.50 for una media pollo con papas fritas. I do miss vegetables. If you ask for them you´ll get bread, or potatoes if you´re lucky, actually I found an amazing salad bar which isn´t expensive but I don´t feel much like a porteno eating there (impressive number of porteno businessmen eating there though considering the healthy fare).
That said I actually have to award the best steak prize to the saanga grill in the bus terminal (admitedly like an airport) at Curitiba, Brazil. So good it passed my ultimate steak test - it still tasted pretty fine the next morning at Igacu.
Continuing the meaty theme i`m leaving Dora and Clive´s ashes (did i mention the dead cat previously?) and meating my new homestay family over supper, at a parrilla of course but I get the feeling this will be rather different in tone to my lunchtime fastfood sweatfest. It appears to be a grand house in Recoleta, yes mummy phone contact impending, and aside from the lady who owns it and her 19yr old daughter (perfect) there are two other students staying (¡Que buenos a full!). Anyway time to face the music at Doras and hopefully head out to palermo later.
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