When I decided to eat all the edible parts of the cow, I really didn’t think it would be that hard.
I am a big eater and like almost everything. I can count on one hand the foods I dislike. I assumed with the cow eating there would be parts that sounded gross and things I would not love. I had no idea there would be parts that I honestly couldn’t swallow. That is, until I tried chinchulines. (more…)
After three weeks in Buenos Aires I’m finally getting slightly tired of Argentinian food. Not dulce de leche, I could never tire of that. but steaks in general.
The beauty of beef is Buenos Aires is, the butcher will take a “bife de lomo” steak and grind it into ground beef for you. And, he won’t even mind when you panic, forget every word in Spanish and just grunt and point at his case filled with meats. And, when he finally picks the one you want and you have no clue what the word for “to grind” is, he looks around his shop until he spots the grinder and suggests he uses it. And, when he asks you if you want it put through the grinder once or twice and you just stare blankly because not only do you not know all these words, but even if you did, you didn’t know you could have it ground twice, he just does it once for you once and wraps it up with a smile.Another amazing thing about Buenos Aires is you can get Mexican taco makings at the store.
Tacos made with an Argentinian tenderloin steak are so good it’s almost like cheating. It’s tempting to eat the rest of the cow ground up in a taco, especially since you can eat brains and tongue in a taco in Mexico. But, after this taco (which was amazing) I am going back to the Argentinian parilla for the rest of the cow.
I’m a little behind on my cow eating entries. I had my second steak experience on Jeff’s birthday which was almost a week ago. We went to a restaurant called La Cabrera. This is like the Uno’s of Buenos Aires. It’s extremely popular and extremely good. It’s mostly tourists but locals go too because it’s that good.
We got there way too early for dinner – 9:30. But even then there was a wait. A hostess took our names (in English) typed them into the computer and told us to come back in 45 minutes.
Here’s a video of our “first” cow eating experience. You can tell by the end of the night I had had more wine than beef.
Instead of a parilla (Argentinian BBQ place) we went to our favorite restaurant, Annette. Since we’ve only been here about a week, it doesn’t take much to become our favorite.
One good glass of malbec and a dulce de leche dessert and you move to the top of our list.