¿Qué se come en Buenos Aires?

Guess what I have come to terms with?

Finding a budget to sample the treats at the most hip and up and coming restaurants in Buenos Aires is hard to do. Inflation is tricky; I used to think I lived in a place that enjoyed the thrills and “comfort” of any cosmopolitan city at a fraction of the cost, but upon my numerous few attempts to harness my inner Anthony Bourdain, I have emptied my wallet. I am proud of this town’s knack for new ethnic samplings; Buenos Aires is becoming increasingly more diverse, what with Scandinavian chic restaurants sprouting up and a sudden tolerance for real Latin spice and Pan Asian delicacies, but – and you knew there would be a but, if you don’t have the budget and are willing to put your concerns with a girlish figure aside, just gobble up cheese and bread. It is cheap in Buenos Aires.

Back to Anthony Bourdain. I think he would be proud of me. Why? He would tell us a million things most of the posh establishments I froth over are doing wrong, and would likely prefer to revel in a nice slice of fuggazetta or carne suave empanada from any random pizzeria. Porteños make these their staples, so I guess I will too. Meat (no, not from cabaña de las lilas, I’m talking a milanesa a la napolitana), empanadas, pastas (gnocchi a la sorrentina) and pizzas (wood burning oven please!), is what I know as an expat in Argentina.