Wednesday felt like a day of being well looked after. Our first stop of the morning was a leather store called Maru Guerberg in Palermo Soho once again. My mom had gotten a leather jacket here two years ago, so we thought we’d check it out. At the store you choose the style of jacket you like, then pick the leather, lining and other details. They take your measurements if they differ from the standard sizes and will make up a jacket for you in just a few days. The two men staffing the store were extremely helpful suggesting linings and leather styles. It was clear that their sense of style was much more developed than mine so I went with their suggestions! Both Jake and I ordered up our jackets and will pick them up when we get back from Uruguay.
Feeling elated and exhausted by all those decisions at the leather store, we selected a restaurant catty-corner to the store for lunch. We ordered two of the specials for the day, meat balls served with tomato sauce and saffron rice and chicken croquettes with sesame seeds served over a mixed-greens salad. Both were quite good. Refreshed, we walked up to Cordoba Street, known in this part for its discount/outlet stores of famous Argentine brands. We shopped unsuccessfully for some new shirts to replace our travel worn ones. Shopkeepers are generally very welcoming and helpful in Argentina.
In the evening we headed over to Florida Street, the pedestrian street filled with shops and restaurants (see photo of bears of nations taken at San Martin Plaza on the way). I waited a little too long for an afternoon cup of coffee and ended up ordering a gin and tonic at Richmonds, a revered old café on Florida. Jake stuck with the original idea of coffee. The waiters seemed to be all older gentlemen with long service. Richmond is richly paneled in dark wood and gleaming brass chandeliers hang from the high ceilings. My G&T was made up at the table by the waiter. He poured a measure of gin into a glass of ice, then liberally poured more gin from the bottle in. He left me with a bottle of Schweppes and a couple slices of lemon to adorn my gin.
Feeling hungry, we asked directions to the highly recommended “Palacio de Las Papas Fritas” (Palace of the French Fries). It turned out it was right around the corner practically. It was another wood-paneled place staffed by people who had worked there for years. It was recommended to us as the place with the best steaks in Buenos Aires, so we ordered a salad and tenderloin steak to share. The salad of lettuce, carrots, beets, hard-boiled egg and celery was brought un-tossed to the table. The waiter asked what dressing ingredients we wanted and tossed it for us at the table. The steak arrived rare as ordered with a delicious grilled flavor. It was somewhat tough for a tenderloin though. But what was truly spectacular were the French fries. They were thick slices of fried potato puffed up into golden pillows. They were truly the best French fries I’ve ever eaten!!
Feeling elated and exhausted by all those decisions at the leather store, we selected a restaurant catty-corner to the store for lunch. We ordered two of the specials for the day, meat balls served with tomato sauce and saffron rice and chicken croquettes with sesame seeds served over a mixed-greens salad. Both were quite good. Refreshed, we walked up to Cordoba Street, known in this part for its discount/outlet stores of famous Argentine brands. We shopped unsuccessfully for some new shirts to replace our travel worn ones. Shopkeepers are generally very welcoming and helpful in Argentina.
In the evening we headed over to Florida Street, the pedestrian street filled with shops and restaurants (see photo of bears of nations taken at San Martin Plaza on the way). I waited a little too long for an afternoon cup of coffee and ended up ordering a gin and tonic at Richmonds, a revered old café on Florida. Jake stuck with the original idea of coffee. The waiters seemed to be all older gentlemen with long service. Richmond is richly paneled in dark wood and gleaming brass chandeliers hang from the high ceilings. My G&T was made up at the table by the waiter. He poured a measure of gin into a glass of ice, then liberally poured more gin from the bottle in. He left me with a bottle of Schweppes and a couple slices of lemon to adorn my gin.
Feeling hungry, we asked directions to the highly recommended “Palacio de Las Papas Fritas” (Palace of the French Fries). It turned out it was right around the corner practically. It was another wood-paneled place staffed by people who had worked there for years. It was recommended to us as the place with the best steaks in Buenos Aires, so we ordered a salad and tenderloin steak to share. The salad of lettuce, carrots, beets, hard-boiled egg and celery was brought un-tossed to the table. The waiter asked what dressing ingredients we wanted and tossed it for us at the table. The steak arrived rare as ordered with a delicious grilled flavor. It was somewhat tough for a tenderloin though. But what was truly spectacular were the French fries. They were thick slices of fried potato puffed up into golden pillows. They were truly the best French fries I’ve ever eaten!!
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