I spent my birthday in a brief calm, suspended in time between an old life in Argentina and a new beginning in a small town in Southern Chile. The previous day we packed all of our belongings into our two carry-on suitcases, a diaper bag, and a computer bag, and moved out of our apartment in Buenos Aires. Decision made, airline tickets purchased, and apartment keys returned to their rightful owner, we breathed a sigh of relief as we took a taxi to our temporary refuge on the edge of Palermo Soho. We had some shopping to do, and several meals to enjoy in our last 24 hours in Argentina.
Before getting commencing our shopping and gluttony, we checked into our hotel, Reyna Violeta, which is a nice budget alternative within walking distance from both shopping and cafes. One of the owners is a sommelier, so you know you’re in good hands. For shopping, after browsing through the pricey boutiques of Palermo Soho, we meandered to the outlets in Villa Crespo where we stumbled into some good sales and hit gold with a boutique leather factory, stuffed full of hand-sewn leather jackets and purses.
However, the real star of our mini-retreat was the food, which consisted of the best pizza we’d eaten in Argentina and also a Parisan-style cafe with amazingly fresh and creative food owned by a Frenchman who detested wines aged in oak.
We take food seriously, and during our time in Buenos Aires tended to eat in more than out, and took advantage of the opportunity to buy organic produce and milk from El Galpon market whenever possible. Eating out in Buenos Aires is tricky, and it is quite easy to spend $50 on a meal for two and leave disappointed with either the food or the service, as we did on many an occasion.
Within Buenos Aires are a few hidden culinary gems which present authentic, well-crafted food within a nice ambiance with professional customer service. One of these is La Ruka Palermo (Uriarte 1689 at El Salvador), which knows food. The steak is simply prepared and delicious, and their pizza is the best we’ve had since leaving San Francisco (we miss you Pizzeria Delfina!) Service was impeccable, and they even brought my daughter crayons and paper to color on, and a plastic cup for her water. Best of all, if you make it there for lunch on a weekday, you can enjoy a menu ejecutivo special for $10/person, a steal anywhere in Buenos Aires, and especially within fashionable Palermo Soho.
When heading out earlier in the day, we noticed a cute cafe a couple of blocks from our hotel. It stood out for its chalkboard menus, tables covered in books, and interesting photography. We stopped by this intriguing cafe called A Nos Amours (Gorriti 4488 at Aráoz), and were amazed from the experience beginning to end. I was still impressed by the winelist, which was as interesting and quirky as the cafe’s owner, a Frenchman with strong opinions on wine (redundant?!) He doesn’t like oaked wines, so his wines don’t contain it, and all seemed to come from smaller artisan wineries. The owner is generous with wine samples, and though I didn’t fall in love with anything I tried, I was impressed by the thought and care he puts into selecting and storing the wines.
Quirky wines aside, food is the reason to head to A Nos Amours as it was made from fresh, local, organic produce, selected and prepared with care and skill. We ordered simple things like soup and pasta, and were blown away. The Frenchman’s take on French Onion Soup was an amazing, savory broth was succulent onions and a large wedge of cheese on top that gradually melts into the soup, simply amazing. The pasta was perfectly prepared and with vegetables that taste the way only fresh, local vegetables can taste. The fruit for dessert was organic, in season, and a wonderful finish to one of the best meals we had eaten in quite a while. The staff were all friendly, and even gave us an orange to take home with us as a snack for our toddler.
This was a birthday to remember. Our last 24 hours in Buenos Aires, and the meals in particular, were enough to make us want to hit pause, and linger a bit longer in the crazy tango that is Argentina.








