I'm getting way behind. This is for Friday, the actual Dia De La Indepencia! So I woke up at Allison And Gabz', there was water, so I took my first shower!, did some research and packing and relaxing, cruised down toward the metro station for a bite to eat: tacos longaniza!!!-they were scintillating, especially with a few limes and a nice, cold Fanta, returned to the house and headed out just as Gabby and Allison were arriving--about 1pm.
I had a place lined up via couch surfing at 4pm, so I went back to the Zocalo to see what it looked like in the day:
I then just meandered before making my way back to the Bellas Artes metro and linking up with the pink line to get me into la Zona Rosa, where (hopefully!) my couch awaited. While waiting I stopped in a little cafe (mainly to use the internet) and had an empanada-like thing entitled carne con jocoque (I think that was the specific flavor) and a "Caribe Cooler," my first alcohol of the trip (though totally accidental)!
I called Roberto, my Couch Surfing contact, and walked over to his place. He was very kind and gave me some of the lasagna mole that his mother had made (which he had saved especially for me!). It was mole as I hadn't experienced it before and it was significantly better: delicious, to say the least.
Uncle Miguel and I made plans to have dinner around 7:30, but, this being La Ciudad, his route gps thingy device threw him for a loop. He arrived though, and took me to a superb Argentine restaurant entitled Patagonia, telling me about the various areas through which we passed along the way. The restaurant was in La Condeza, the Argentine zone, and was quite close to the Zona Rosa (the gay and Korean zone in which I was staying with Roberto). Let's see...so we had some wine, Malbec of course (Altos Los Hormigos), which was very, very good, definitely near or at the top of my list of reds. Uncle Miguel, being the epicurean connoisseur that he is, went through the menu, asking my preferences, and ordered a fiesta of crazy tasty things. First up was the empanada, baked rather than fried, which was definitely my favorite empanada to date. Next, a queso dish, served in the skillet with a crunchy bottom and an oozy top: it was marvelous. Accompanying the queso was some chorizo, which was much different (mainly softer) than Mexican chorizos. As a salsa or topping we were given a little dish of caramelized onions with a little pepper to spice up the meals (a Mexican addition) and I really liked the heat. Umm...I think we're finally up to the main dish: carne, claro. I had two thin slabs of rib (again with the onions and pepper), and they were meltily great; the potato side dish was also very good. Needless to say, I was sufficiently stuffed. So back to Roberto's to sleep on the "Fat Boy" cushion in my own little room. Seriously though, I was stuffed. Nighty night.
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