I’m back in Buenos Aires for a little R & R. It’s my third time in this fascinating city. My initial visit was just a teaser, a day and a half after visiting wine regions in both Chile and Mendoza, Argentina. But the memory remained vivid.
In August 2005, my wife and I decided to vacation in Buenos Aires for a week. Europe was just too expensive. Argentina proved to be the right place, with an exchange rate of roughly 3 pesos to the dollar.
So I find myself back in the “Paris of the South” once again (and like Paris, France, people don’t clean up after their dogs). This time it’s spring. The jacaranda trees with their violet bloom stand in pastel contrast to the stone and marble buildings.
However, my trip began with some angst. On the plane, a new Boeing 777, the pilot announced there was a problem with the cargo door. That fixed, we started taxiing toward the runway. The next announcement was worse. One of the 10 generators was out and we were returning to the gate.
Two hours later, aboard a fresh 777 (after a labyrinth tour of JFK to avoid going through TSA security again), we were airborne. I was ready for some beef and Malbec.
I arrived to a sunny, 72 degree F afternoon. Most everything was closed, this being a day for a family get-together, lazy brunch or afternoon stroll. I’m working up an appetite for what many porteños, the name for the local inhabitants, consider the best steakhouse, or parilla in town—La Brigada.
By the way, I have a cheat sheet of top-rated Malbecs reviewed by my colleague James Molesworth. How can I go wrong?