I realize perhaps this is becoming a habit of mine, my writing ever more intermittently. But in my defense I feel as though I've been juggling a small arsenal of flaming knives. Estoy re apurado! I'm always running, at least this month, and a lot has certainly happened. Argentina made it to the final in the world cup, coming so close to clinching the game, but falling just short. This of course led to a few disturbances which one could witness not far from my house at the Obelisco, the beating heart of the city, where large crowds had gathered to celebrate, regardless of how the game went.
In other news the country has been experiencing a growing number of political and economic problems which have persisted or grown worse over time. One of these is the issue of Argentina's debt, which now has entangled the U.S. courts and Argentina in a pickle which I can only describe as "dirty" no matter what angle you look at it. The current vice-president is on trial for charges of corruption, but as matters currently stand it appears he is being tried in a kangaroo court. Only time will tell the verdict, and one can only hope it is just.
My roommate Hernan and I tag-teamed on an obstinate sink drain that had been plugged for almost a month. Being one who likes to cook, I certainly struggled as I constantly journeyed back and forth to borrow the bathroom sink. As guys normally do, we put off the problem until the smell became unbearable, at which poin we heroically took action. We bought a 5 meter cable, alambre, and searched the depths of the piping below the kitchen sink. The alambre did half the job and the acid-like liquid we purchased with the alambre finished the job.
Finally, I attended a puerta cerrada called Lambok, which consisted of fiery Indonesian food cooked up by one of my best friends. A puerta cerrada is basically a restaurant in a home. The chef prepares four or five courses and the guests can enjoy them in a more intimate and relaxed atmosphere. It is an entirely different restaurant from the more formal dining experience. As an Indonesian native, Runi prepared a wonderful evening of food and entertainment for everyone present, and for anyone in Buenos Aires who feels simply starved for spicy food, or just wants a break from deliciously bland empanadas and tiresome mozzarrella, Lambok is a wonderful alternative.
Here are some photos below! Cheers, un abrazo, un beso, y all best.
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| A beautifully set table |
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| Indonesian spiced corn fritter - la entrada |
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| Javi, Checha, Mike |
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| The second course - a spicy Indonesian soup! |
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| A British style sweet biscuit topped with a generous helping of fruit and cream |
