Palermo, Buenos Aires
Not Palermo, Sicily.
Jun 20
Dining out in Buenos Aires is an exercise in patience. I have little, maybe none. It’s impossible to get good service in this city. 5090 Bistrot was empty, but the waiter was still overwhelmed. Even after I finished my lunch, and drank all my beer, I just sat there hoping beyond measure that he would pay attention to me by asking if I wanted something else. He never did. So I left. I didn’t dine and dash, but I considered it.
Regardless of the expected terrible service, the stack of vegetables on polenta was delicious, so I guess I would recommend eating there, but don’t expect good service. In fact, the owner was useless too. He spent most of his energy erasing chalk boards and then painfully dancing to the Latin music that blared over the speakers while staring at me with disdain. One couple even left after ten minutes without receiving a menu. And they were Argentine. Now you have to be pretty bad if an Argentine leaves your restaurant because of slow service!
That’s all. My point has been made.
5090 Bistrot, Palermo Soho
Honduras 5090
Today is a national holiday in Argentina. I’m not certain, but I think it’s a day to commemorate the birthday of the man who designed the Argentina flag, or something. I could enter a Google search and learn the reason myself, but I’m too lazy. A day off mid-week would be nice, but I work for a company with American clients so I have to be accessible, unfortunately. I did manage to take a walk this morning and snapped some photographs around the barrio of Belgrano.
Speaking about holidays, Argentina has a lot of them. The president randomly selects days throughout the year for Argentines to rest and relax. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, because she takes and gives them away from year to year. It’s so schizophrenic that I have panic attacks. I’ve actually woken up and wondered why the grocery stores are closed, and then realize that it’s a holiday. Fascinating, huh? Okay, I gotta work. Chau!