We came, we saw, we had steak.
We arrived in Buenos Aires early in the morning. After taxi'ing in to the city, we were overjoyed to find our room at Miravida Soho, a small boutique hotel in Palermo, ready for us to take a nap in. We re-emerged around lunchtime and explored downtown - the obelisk, the congress buidling and the Casa Rosada. We retreated back on an Orange-line-at-rush-hour-plus packed subte (The subte system is great - just don't take it with the flow at rush hour!). We chilled at the hotel, talked to its new owner, had some excellent wine (Los Cobos' Felino line) and sought out some recommendations for our first dinner in Bs As. We were recommended to Don Julio, which largely flies under the radar of the tour books, is a bit kitschy, but remains the best steak, along with the best service we had in Argentina - which is no easy feat, especially in combination.
The rest of our time in BsAs would be cold and rainy, but we managed to explore the cute and hip shops of Palermo, the trendy and arty Retiro, the city-like Recoleta Cemetary, the botanical and Japanese gardens during a break in the rain, the crazy San Telmo sunday markey... and - mostly - eat.
Buenos Aires is a foodie town. From the humble and heart-clogging choripan (mild, fatty chorizo sausage, split, grilled, and slapped in a bun with chimichurri and other sauces) to a five hour molecular-gastronomy-inspired lunch (ok, really only four and a half hours), BsAs has you covered.