Closed Door Dining
Our left luggage was in the room, waiting for us. We unpacked, organized, and took off for a dinner at Casa Saltshaker. Buenos Aires has a tradition of what they call “closed door” restaurants; these can be nightly or irregular…
Chasing Waterfalls
Two days in Iguazu, nothing about the (silly lyrics but extremely catchy) TLC song… SS got up as if it was a workday: 6:30! Just over an hour later we were in a cab to EAP, one of two…
Exercise Caution
Um…maybe you should see someone about that? Again with the clouds and remnants of rain. But I’ve wised up. SS said I’d be sorry to not bring a jacket but by early afternoon it was 23 although hotter with…
Day of the Dead
Fall. Last of the jacaranda. What a spectacular gorgeous day. Clear blue sky. And so darn hot! I had to sunscreen my head to avoid burning in those pesky spots where the hair has stopped reproducing… We took a lovely…
Iron Chef Battle: El Baqueano vs. Mocoto
That’s the high end restaurant. Seriously. Ten course dinner at El Baqueano. You say it like it’s written. But first, the cab ride. It was way, way, way far away, in San Telmo, the other side of the centre,…
A Day at the Opera
The Papal flag outnumbers the Argentinian flag about two to one right now Old meets new. It’s a motif… Obelisco, the “iconic eyesore.” Next on Gregor’s list for English Bay? The one on the left is dreaming In…
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…
AC92 YVR to EZE via SCL J Class
The blorbs are an online award for creative blog post titles. We’re aiming high. The start of a very long and mediocre dinner service The Toronto departure was late; if the departure board was accurate, we were…
AC148 YVR to YYZ J Class
Missing a connection at gate 50 SS ensconced Front of from back of the Airbus Meal: beef or chicken or salmon or pasta Top Chef finalist Appetizing… Layover Last. Like John Daly…
It’s All Over Now
I realize London may be a great metropolis, but it’s not very nice to people. We’re not friendly. Not that we’re rude, like the Parisians with their theatrical and frankly risible haughtiness; nor do we have New Yorker’s shouty…