Our Promise: Not to have our first meal at a parrilla

Hatted maneki-neko

Day one: Despite a decent arrival time, the luggage and customs and finding our driver then a 55 minute drive to the hotel took up a chunk of the afternoon.  Our hotel is nestled on a narrow street, just 12 rooms on three floors, but the neighbourhood is particularly vibrant, not a bastion of quietude.  Glu Hotel.

Our room, 303, top floor "quiet" side

Rooftops from the balcony

Looking down at the courtyard

We were out for a walk pretty promptly though; loving the warm and pleasing late afternoon, through the narrow streets of Palermo Soho, which was lively and bright and how can I put it?  Dog friendly, in the European way.

Cobbled streets of Palermo Soho

Olive oil

Mobiles made of pages from books

Around 7:30 we were getting hungry but Argentinos dine late, most restaurants don’t even open before 8:00, and the bars that are open just serve snacks and sweets.  We ended up at, yes, a parrilla, or steak house, one of the better known ones, catering to tourists, and serving dinner before eight.  A lot of meat came to the table.  Then a huge amount of accompaniments.  Of course we didn’t know what it all was, but there we were on a most perfect night, warm with a very light breeze, at an outdoor table, and so we ate it regardless.  Still alive.

Carnivore's Delight

Unidentified Foodstuffs Filled the Table

It was just past 10 when we hit the hotel.  The next thing I knew it was 9 a.m.