Bernie loves steak. I mean, I knew how much he loved his steak as he doesn't stop talking about the flavour, the way it should be cooked, the marinades etc forever. He'd been dying to get to Argentina so badly. At Mendoza, we had a great steak, so great that Bernie tipped 40%! In Buenos Aires, restaurant La Cabrera came highly recommended and we booked a meal that was outrageously good. So delicious that Bernie would not stop talking about it. So I researched a bit and found out that this restaurant has "happy hour" where for 1 hour every evening, they give you 50% off the entire bill. It's not expensive by British standards but definitely not cheap. I mean I like a good steak but I do love my mama's Goan steak with bancal sauce a lot as well.
So we went there a second time and ordered the most expensive Kobe steak, which one again was very good. But tonight, we went for a third time in a week and once again, Bernie was in heaven with his rib eye. I, on the other hand, am more excited about the breadsticks and many sauces they bring. What I've learnt from all this is that Bernie loves steak more than video games, more than me (!!!), more than life itself!
I'm glad he's had his fill of steak because tomorrow evening we leave Buenos Aires for Puerto Iguazu to see the best waterfall in the world, much grander than Niagra. We decided to splash out and bought VIP suite tickets in a bus where everyone has their own tv screen and a full bed and waiter service! Honestly the pictures look better than first class in most airlines.
I'm so sad to leave Buenos Aires, such a great city. So much amazing red wine and food and warm people. The only thing we didn't see is the Boca area and a Boca Juniors football game. Boca is a pretty dodgy neighbourhood and you are not advised to visit without a tour group at certain hours of the day - not a place I really want to visit. But the football match, funny story here. See I thought that Boca Juniors was an under 15 football team managed by Maradona where he went around the country scouting for the best talent to train them. What a hero! So I didn't really care to see some kids game. Obviously, once again I was corrected for living in my own bubble world (they are a proper team with grown ish men). Anyway, since I cannot name a single Argentine (not Argentinian) player, I won't be crying about it.
All in all, a great time was had in Buenos Aires. I'm very jealous of the many foreign exchange students and English teachers we've met who now call this city home. I'm definitely going to visit again soon.
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