It really is amazing how similar this city and particularly this area can feel to New York City. At 10 p.m., we walked in and were promptly seated without a reservation in the back area of Bar Uriarte. The space is really unique - the kitchen is open not only to the restaurant but also via the glass windows that face the street inviting in passersby.

After ordering $6 martinis (Stoli), calamari frito (fried) and croquettes dos quesos (2 cheeses), we were well on our way to another successful restaurant choice. And that’s when the table next to us was taken over by two groups twenty-something gentlemen hailing from Washington, D.C. who had met on their flight down to Buenos Aires a few days before. Such a small world is an incredibly cliché way to put it, but what are the odds that in a city some 8 thousand miles away you’d be seated next to 4 guys living 5 blocks from your place in the capital of the free world?

As for the meal, Matt ordered the NY Times recommended pork spare ribs, which were “fall off the bone & lick your fingers tasty”, while Rebecca opted for the ribeye, which, while tasty, she admitted tasted no better than a ribeye ordered in the states.

We finished the night off with a nightcap at another of the highly recommended restobars in the Palermo neighborhood called Casa Cruz.

Even though we had an early morning wake-up call to catch our flight to Iguazu Falls, we stopped in for a cocktail creation fit for a James Bond movie – stiff martinis straight up and poured perfectly in the luxurious setting.