It was Summer in Buenos Aires when I visited it in 2012. The guidebook warned visitors not to visit on the 31st of January. That was the day we were there.
It was the last day of the cruise, kind of bittersweet. That, coupled with the incredible heat kind of ruined Buenos Aires for me. It probably didn't help that I wasn't particularly interested in visiting in the first place.
The day before we'd been in Uruguay, being tourists guided around Montevideo. Somehow Montevideo got lucky. I loved Uruguay. I even got a T-shirt with their flag on it.
My gf was interested in Buenos Aires because of the steak, apparently. We walked though the hellish weather in what felt like the poorest part of the poorest part of the Western Hemisphere--I'm sure there's worse, but I wasn't in a charitable mood--so we could go to a specific restaurant. Apparently the guidebook or something or someone recommended it.
She's here. I could ask. But that whole experience soured me so much that I honestly don't care.
I probably wanted iced coffee and a place to rest. And it felt like we were walking forever. I honestly don't give a shit about food. I see it mostly as fuel. There are things I don't like, of course; and I have my favorites. But walking all over in scorching heat is really not an appetizer for me.
She seemed perfectly happy with the restaurant. Presumably the steak worked for her. I totally didn't care. I think I liked the salad.
We'd visited other ports in Argentina on that trip. Perhaps I'll tell you about it sometime.
