Día Seis: Brasserie Petanque

Late night. Late morning. We woke up around 9:30am, just in time to make the light breakfast of cafe con leche, croissants and zumo de naranja. The breakfast was follow by a 45 minute workout session to buff the torso and sharpen the guns.

Anyone that voluntarily sweats for 45 minutes deserves a great lunch. So the missus and I headed off to the San Telmo area in a very fall like and windy Buenos Aires. It was the first day for a few weeks that the temperature had ventured below 55 during daytime. We were both cold and eagerly looked for a lunch restaurant where we could host the Sunday feast. Our plan was to check out the flea market in San Telmo and then lunch at Pappa Deus. But the freezing BA got the best of us and we fled into the first restaurant on Calle Defensa. It happen to be a fantastique french brasserie - Brasserie Petanque.

I started with caracoles and the missus with an onion soup. We then attacked the steak frite and the lomo with gratin daphnois. We shared a Crêpes Suzette as the gran final. But no meal is complete without a great wine, in this case a young, fruity Tempranillo.

Two and a half hours later it was time for La Cuenta and the short walk back to our hotel for the daily siesta. It lasted until La Cena.