Our Promise: Not to have our first meal at a parrilla

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 street, just 12 rooms on three floors, but the neighbourhood is
particularly vibrant, not a bastion of quietude.  Glu Hotel.

We were out for a walk pretty promptly though; loving the
warm and pleasing late afternoon, through the narrow streets of Palermo Soho, which
was lively and bright and how can I put it?
Dog friendly, in the European way.

Around 7:30 we were getting hungry but Argentinos dine late,
most restaurants don’t even open before 8:00, and the bars that are open just
serve snacks and sweets.  We ended up at,
yes, a parrilla, or steak house, one of the better known ones, catering to
tourists, and serving dinner before eight.
A lot of meat came to the table.  Then
a huge amount of accompaniments.  Of
course we didn’t know what it all was, but there we were on a most perfect
night, warm with a very light breeze, at an outdoor table, and so we ate it
regardless.  Still alive.

It was just past 10 when we hit the hotel.  The next thing I knew it was 9 a.m.