I certainly ate well in Buenos Aires, whether the food was
familiar or more foreign. I didn’t go with the idea of gorging myself on the
world-famous beef, although I knew it was central to Argentine cuisine. Since
I’m not much of red meat eater, I was happy to discover that the food scene in
BA was considerably broader than I’d expected.
As a matter of fact, in many ways, it was quite similar to what I’d find
in the U.S.
For starters, café culture is alive and well in Buenos Aires,
as it is in hip neighborhoods in New York and DC. Whether I ordered café, café con leche, a cortado,
or a cappuccino, the coffee was reliably good.
Throughout the city, I stumbled across cafés and casual restaurants with
menus featuring a variety of coffee drinks, pastries, sandwiches and
salads. As you can see in the photo
below, I’m enjoying smoked salmon eggs Benedict at the charming Coco Café in
our Palermo neighborhood.
A quiet morning at a neighborhood café |
Bagels were easy to find.
However, they didn’t generally come with cream cheese and lox. When we went out for weekend brunch in the Parque 3 de febrero, I had a tasty bagel
sandwich of shrimp topped with cabbage salad – sacrilegious, but delicious!
Bagel sandwich for brunch |
While I avoided McDonald’s and Starbucks, I stopped into the
local outpost of Le Pain Quotidien when I was out walking one day. Their menu, posted in the window, included a calabaza croque monsieur that sounded
tempting. The thick slice of pumpkin
blended beautifully with the melted cheese made for a vegetarian delight.
Vegetarians might find it somewhat challenging to dine out
in Buenos Aires. They’re often limited
to cheese and carbs. Elisa, who doesn’t
eat meat of any kind, related the problems she faced. At first, she would ask if a dish contained carne, not realizing that in Argentina, carne refers only to beef. If you tell people you don’t eat carne, they’ll assume you’re okay eating
pollo (chicken) or jamon (ham). When she ordered a veggie pizza at a local
pizzeria, it arrived with ham on top.
Speaking of pizza, it’s widely available in Buenos Aires. Many Italians immigrated to the city in the
late 1800s. However, they were mostly
from northern Italy. Perhaps that
accounts for the fact that Argentine pizza isn’t like the New York or New Haven
style that I find at home. First of all,
the dough is much heavier. Secondly, there’s just a trace of red sauce. Also, the pizza is topped with a very thick
layering of cheese and usually decorated with a scattering of olives. Additional toppings can be ordered. A single slice of pizza is quite filling.
Milanesa is another
Italian influenced item that is quite popular. This is a cutlet that is lightly
breaded and pan-fried, as in veal scaloppini.
In Argentina, it’s usually a thin slice of beef, although it can also be
pork, chicken or eggplant. It appears on
many restaurant menus, and you can easily find many varieties of milanesa in the frozen section of the
supermarket. Somehow, I never got around
to trying any of them.
Since the Porteños pride themselves on their European
heritage, it came as no surprise that I found an excellent French bakery, strategically
located right between my apartment and Elisa’s place. Boulan has been baking breads and pastries in
the French style since 1933. Every time
I walked past, I’d peek in. If there was
a line of people, I’d continue on my way.
Otherwise, I couldn’t resist going in to get a few treats. They made excellent croissants and pain au
chocolat. I especially liked their apple
filled libretto de manzana and their moulin aux peches. It made me feel like I was back in France.
And there were more opportunities to indulge in French
food. One Sunday, I stumbled across a
French food festival going on in the Plaza Francia. I was so excited that I
started babbling away in French at the information table. The sight of so many familiar French
favorites – crepes, onion soup, sandwiches on croissants and baguettes, macarons, madeleines, beignets –
was overwhelming. I wanted to try everything, of course, but I had to stop
after a beignet sampler (spinach;
mushroom; shrimp; jambon/fromage),
and a hearty wedge of tarte aux poulet et
poirreaux (chicken and leek tart). Fortunately
for Elisa and Christian, the festival is held several times per year.
French food festival in the Plaza Francia |
Another European tradition that’s been adopted by the
Argentines is the English high tea. One
rainy afternoon, Elisa and I treated ourselves to a very proper tea at the five
star Palacio Duhau Park Hyatt in the Recoleta district. The original building, dating back to 1934,
was formerly the palatial private residence of the Duhau family. In this extremely luxurious setting, the high
tea includes a choice of tea, an assortment of goodies and a glass of sparkling
wine, all for at a very reasonable cost. Don’t hesitate to include it in your
itinerary if you’re going to Buenos Aires.
Contemplating our high tea at the Palacio Doha Park Hyatt |
So far, I’ve described a lot of food that wasn’t all that
different from what I would normally eat in the U.S. But I was also seeking out food that would be
less familiar and typically Argentine. I
soon realized that to appreciate the local food culture, I had to develop a greater
tolerance for sugar, carbs, and meat.
It was immediately apparent that Porteños love their sweets. At home, I try to avoid sugar, but in BA,
this was not easy to do. For example, in
my local supermarket, there was an enormous selection of yogurts. However, every single one contained added
sugar. Eventually, I managed to find sugar-free plain yogurt in a health food
store although it was frequently sold out.
Also at my neighborhood supermarket, I had trouble finding something as
seemingly simple as ground coffee sin
azucar (without sugar). Yes, that’s
right. Nearly all the ground coffee also
contains sugar.
This preference for sweet tastes was obvious in all sorts of
products. If you compare a French
croissant to its similarly shaped Argentine cousin, the medialuna (literally, half-moon), you’ll find the texture of the medialuna is denser and the flavor is
much sweeter. In fact, medialunas are generously sprinkled with
crystals of sugar. Eating one will leave
you with very sticky fingers.
The epitome of sweetness is dulce de leche. A thick,
milk-based caramel-tasting paste, dulce
de leche, or DDL, appears everywhere in Argentina. It’s included in cakes and pastries, other
desserts, in crepes, on waffles and pancakes.
Here’s the DDL section of my local supermarket.
Dulce de leche in the supermarket |
You can several DDL flavors in any heladeria (ice cream shop).
Just two examples are DDL with chocolate chips and DDL with brownie
pieces – just in case you need a little more sugar in your diet. By the way, the ice cream in Argentina was
divine. It’s not exactly gelato, and
it’s not exactly premium American-type ice cream, but more of a cross between
the two.
A small section of the ice cream flavors available at Via Vecchia heladeria |
Decision making in a typical heladeria is difficult because of the abundance of flavors
available. In addition to the multiple
DDL choices, there are at least five or six different varieties of chocolate,
and a dozen or more fruitier options. My
favorites were the mousse de arandanos (cranberries) and the mousse de maracayu (passion fruit). I
also discovered a treat called a cubanito
sold in the popular Freddo heladerias
throughout the city. It’s a cigar-shaped roll made of sugar cone wrapped around
an ice cream center and covered in chocolate.
It costs 30 pesos (about $1.75), and I’m craving one right now.
The quintessential Argentine pastry item must be the alfajor.
Alfajores are basically
sandwich cookies – two round pieces of shortbread with a thick layer of dulce de leche in between. They usually come individually wrapped. Around 9:30 one morning, I made a special
trip to the legendary Café Tortoni, established 1858, just to have coffee and an alfajor.
A classic Buenos Aires snack at Café Tortoni |
You can get alfajores
plain, or covered in chocolate or meringue. After trying all kinds, I decided that
I prefer my alfajores naked, except
for a ring of coconut flakes. Sylvie likes all kinds. In the photo below, she’s eating a double
decker alfajor.
Alfajores are yummy. |
No, I don't need any help. |
Carbs also form an important part of the Argentine
diet. For a number of years,
I’ve avoided potatoes (and other white carbs). However, my resistance immediately crumbled
with my first taste of papas rusticas. They bear no resemblance to greasy French
fries. Rather, these are long thick
wedges of tender potatoes, roasted until crispy on the outside and served with different
sauces.
We ordered papas rusticas whenever possible. |
I also found a delicious new source of carbs in faina, a popular chickpea flour
flatbread, covered with melted cheese and sweet cooked onions. I could pick up wedges at any of the local
empanada or pizza takeout places. I’m
tempted to try to make faina at home,
especially because it reminds me of the Niçoise specialty, socca.
Empanadas, of course, are a staple of the Argentine
diet. Add a salad, and you have a quick
and easy lunch or dinner. Before I came
to Buenos Aires, I’d never seen so many varieties or so many shapes. I discovered that the different shapes
corresponded to the different fillings:
ham and cheese; chicken; carne
(beef); gallega (Galician style, with
tuna); humita (creamy corn); spinach
and cheese; Roquefort; tomato, mozzarella and basil; onion and cheese. It was fun comparing empanadas from several
shops in our neighborhood.
My foray into meat eating began with the ubiquitous choripan, chorizo sausage on a roll. Cheap and tasty, choripan are sold everywhere in the capital city. The first one I tried came from Gut, the
inexplicably named take out place right across the street from Elisa and
Christian’s apartment. Based on that
positive experience, I was willing to try some other forms of meat. With all
the parrilla restaurants (restaurants
specializing in grilled meat) in the city, it was hard to escape the
tantalizing aromas around lunchtime.
Meats grilling on the padilla at a Buenos Aires restaurant |
The ultimate Argentine comfort food must be the provoleta. Remember the yummy grilled cheese sandwich
from your childhood? Mmmm. Now imagine it without the bread. That’s right, just a thick round slice of
cheese (provolone, I assume), grilled on both sides and served on a plate. That’s your basic provoleta. We never tried
making it at home but we often ordered it as an appetizer in restaurants. Sometimes it was simply garnished with tomatoes
and fresh herbs, but it could also form the basis for a more complex dish. In the second photo below, the provoleta is accompanied by apples
soaked in malbec and topped with baby greens.
Don’t worry about your cholesterol level. Just enjoy.
A simple presentation of provoleta |
A fancy presentation of provoleta |
While there wasn’t a great diversity of ethnic restaurants
in Buenos Aires, I was excited to discover a completely new cuisine,
Peruvian-Japanese fusion, that has become very popular. Elisa joined me for lunch one afternoon at
Dashi, where we tried the classic Peruvian dish called olive octopus, an
interesting combination of cooked octopus with olives, avocado and sweet
potato. We also really enjoyed a ceviche tasting. Of the three different ceviche recipes, our favorite was a mixture of salmon, shellfish
and sole with coconut milk, lime, onion, cilantro and corn.
So many delicious flavors at Dashi |
As you can see, I had a great variety of food experiences
while living in Buenos Aires. Even with all the
extra sugar and carbs (not to mention wine) that I consumed, I maintained a
fairly well-balanced diet. Eating a big
salad once a day and preparing a simple, healthy breakfast at home probably helped.
Much to my surprise and delight, after
eating my way through BA for a month, I came home weighing one kilo less than I
did at the beginning of my trip.
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