According to our beloved commentator Smiles here neither am I funny, nor are you interested in wordplay and maps. As Smiles put it oh so nicely:
Stick to music, food and drink,
So, let’s talk food and drink.
During August I posted some stuff about Summer food here and here. Summer is over, certainly in rainy Britain, and it is time for rich food. Our underweight protagonists at diablog need a few extra kilos for the upcoming winter. Or maybe not.
Some of the cuisines from warm climate zones are surprisingly rich. Or, to be honest, just plain fat. I can understand that people from the cold North favored fat food. They needed the calories. But in the South? The worst cuisine I experienced in this regard is Spanish, or to be more precise Andalusian. After two days of Andalusian food I am ready to burst. But the Spanish went all over the world and brought their ideas to other continents. The best variant of Spanish cuisine – at least in my book – is from Argentina.
Reason number one: Argentinian steaks. These are of the very best in the world. Or as an Argentinian friend puts it:
What you eat as steak, we feed the dogs with.
Reason number two: Argentinian empanadas, especially the baked ones, not deep fried. And I prefer the ones with beef, onions, olives, and raisins. Or beef, tomatoes, onion, and lemon juice. Eat the chicken variants, if you must.
The Los Vascos actually is a Château Lafite Rothschild, for a fraction of the price. The Rothschilds exported their grapes to Chile in the 70s, to start a joint venture with Los Vascos. The results are brilliant.
And where do you get all this, without going to Argentina? In the city of course. My favorite Argentinian place is on the upper westside, called Cafe Ronda.
See you there,