For the record, last night Karen and I ended up at the trendy steakhouse Miranda, where the industrial hip dining room was perfecto, the meat less so, and the waiters muy caliente.
Two out of three ain't bad. Besides, we'd already had knock-your-socks-off steak in Buenos Aires, and we were still on the lookout for knock-your-bras-off hombres.
Today brought the inate desire to enjoy other parts of the bovine. Namely the hide. For Karen, with her broken foot, Buenos Aires selection of gorgeous leather shoes called out. She and I liked to think of her shoe shopping as a therapy of sorts. Wouldn't a new pair of bewitching high heels encourage her broken foot to heal even quicker?
Besides, who could resist the exquisite "Sex and the City"-worthy pumps that caught her eye at Divia? Apparently, there are only six pair of these sublime butterfly-inspired zapatos in the world. (See photo of Karen's Aircast and one of the shoes in question above.)
Karen now owns one of those precious six.
And for the record, I wasn't strolling by her side without a shopping bag at my side. I had just purchased a magnificent red pocketbook from an aptly named boutique - Skin.
All that shopping (not to mention a stop at the Centro Cultural Borges for a stellar photography exhibit) made us a bit peckish. Lunch was a must-do. The "do" was done at none other than the popular Palermo Soho hangout Bar 6.
Grabbing a prime table, we attempted to order sandwiches and cafe con leches. Karen did much better than I. Although not on the menu, she simply requested a basic grilled cheese and tomato. I couldn't bother thinking (aka translating the descriptions from our waitress) and just said "todo."
The result was, as Karen said, not a sandwich -- but an experience...
The "experience" came with a thin steak, sauteed mushrooms, a sunny-side up egg, little mozzarella balls, sundried tomatoes, cheese, and much more.
Within moments I was full and there was still enough food for a small army left on the plate.
No time to contemplate my leftovers though, since Karen and I had to drop off our shopping bags at the Mine Hotel as quickly as possible and hail a cab to the Aeroparque.
It was time to head to Patagonia...
And up, up and away we went, in hopes of countryside adventures including icy trails, breathtaking glaciers and maybe a gourmet meal or two.
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