I know this is an ambitious title for today’s post. However, after quite a nasty streak of quilombos, I just read and walked and Instagrammed and nommed to my foodie heart’s content.
Thanks to a wonderful blog called Pick Up the Fork, I decided that the day’s mission would be to check out Baraka Restaurant in Palermo Viejo. I don’t think any tagline could be more intriguing than “Receta Familia, Corazón Sufi.” Yes, I am THAT person who will plan their day around a restaurant. Get on my level.
After successfully taking the colectivo within a few blocks of my desired location, I hit the streets when OUT OF NOWHERE HERE COMES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GRAFFITI EVER. Wouldn’t even call it graffiti really because graffiti can have like a “Oh hey I’m an angry unemployed youth” kind of feel to it. This stuff was beyond words, though I love that this one did have words because it says “Dream that you can.”
I was quite annoyed when I realized that Facebook finally was herding me into the world of Timeline, but mwahahahah guess who has the coolest cover photo in the Southern Cone right now?
I could see this being a really cool tattoo, for all y’all tattoo people out there, whoever you are.
So…when can I move in?
After standing in the middle of traffic (don’t worry Mom, I am writing this post and therefore did not get hit by a car) to take multiple pictures which have NOT been Instagrammed in any way in this post, I finally approached Baraka. You might be thinking “Meh, looks pretty sketchy.”
Basically the interior was too dark to take photos without appearing even more American than I already was, but the menu was full of curries and teas and stewed chicken and olives and homemade bread just as I had hoped.
One thing I love love love about Buenos Aires is that nobody ever pressures you to leave restaurants! I usually feel uncomfortable taking up a table by myself if the clock ticks a minute past 2 hours, but not here. I stayed at this table and read about nations and states and nationalism (in Spanish) for a solid 4 hours.
Once I decided that I needed to leave, I met up with a friend and continued wandering through the neighborhoods of Palermo Soho, Viejo and Hollywood (maybe?). Can’t really tell them all apart, but know that they are awesome because they have boutiques and food and street art.
My spidey senses weren’t feeling content with anything we were stumbling upon until BOOM this place happened. Nucha. Based on the description on the door, “Reposteria Artesanal,” I knew it was going to be a good life choice. (That’s GLC for short.)
Let’s just say that this was the first trip of many. This is why.
Homemade. Mini. Alfajores.
Middle aged ladies feasting. I really just wanted to put on an invisibility cloak and steal one of these towers.
Coconut bar with dulce de leche for me, boysenberry cheesecake for my friend, homemade dulce de leche and chocolate cups for us both.
May I pass you a tissue for the drool escaping from your mouth right now?