A Girl in the World

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Juicy, bloody, fresh, soft, tender. The steak here in Argentina is to die for (so I’ve heard). I’m not a meat eater. I know, crazy right? I currently reside in the meat eating capital of the universe.  It seems a sin that my mouth refuses to water at the mere mention of lomo or entraña or bife de chorizo.  An average Argentinian eats approximately 155 pounds of beef each year (that’s like my boyfriend eating the equivalent of 1.3 me’s!).  Vegetarianism is definitely not cool here.  Actually, most people think it’s just plain silly.

So it’s no surprise that this city would be home to some amazing parillas (steakhouses), the kind that put any high-end steak house in San Francisco to shame.  Our favourites include Las Cabras, Don Julio and La Dorita.  They offer varied menus, great quality food and lively ambiance, all at reasonable prices.

At these places, I always manage to get a good chicken dish while stealing bites of steak here and there.  We have fantastic wine, a fresh salad and if there’s room, some form of postre with dulce de leche dripping from the spoon.

But sometimes, especially after gorging myself with food porn courtesy of Anthony Bourdain, the Asian in me just needs some rice damnit!  I want good ol’ glutenous rice!  So, by end of week when it’s time to decide where to go for a Friday evening date, we always manage to find our way into a trendy Asian/Arabic/Indian food joint.

If steak is Argentina’s greatest food asset, let’s just say that rice and anything to do with it is not.  Each time we go “foreign”, we get burned.  Bad.  Bereber’s Morroccan food got on the wrong plane between there and here, while picking up a few fancy lamps from Egypt and a colourful throw pillow along the way.  The restaurant is well decorated, but the food leaves much to be desired.

And don’t get me started on the sushi in this city!  Tuna rolls include canned tuna, cream cheese and something green that should taste like wasabi but does not.

So, when we entered a beautiful, candlelit place called Quibombo near Plaza Armenia in Palermo for a snack, I shouldn’t have expected much.  The menu touts all-natural Indian and Asian foods like mango lassi’s, falafel and chicken teriyaki.  The place is beautifully decorated, with plush cushions, low chairs, draping fabrics and well-placed candles.  In fact, because it was so aesthetically pleasing we couldn’t help but get excited about the food.

We ordered mango banana lassi’s, a falafel appetizer and maldioca chips and fries.  The servings were small but tasty.  The lassi didn’t taste like lassi at all, but at least it contained more milk than water.  I was impressed.  Considering our disappointing experiences with international cuisine, this place wasn’t so bad.  The boy thought otherwise.

He took one sip of the supposed lassi and made a face.  It’s like a bad milkshake!! he said.  When the little plates came, he couldn’t help but chuckle.  Tiny! his face said.  T.I.N.Y.  Ok fine, they were tiny but they were good.  Really good.

When the waiter came and asked how we liked everything, I replied with a smile.  The boy, on the other hand, had no problems telling him that the lassi tasted like a bad milkshake, that he couldn’t taste the mango, that the servings were small.  Ha.  The waiter apologized, cleared our table and came back with a discount on our drinks.  He apologized for our dissatisfaction.  How nice!

Needless to say, we enjoyed our afternoon snack.  A few hours of coffee talk in a beautiful room overlooking the cobblestone streets of Palermo was well worth the adventure.

The moral(s) of the story:

  1. When in Argentina, do like the Argentinians and stick to steak if you’re craving an excellent meal.
  2. Regardless of how the food tastes, restaurants here are just GORGEOUS.  Appreciate with your eyes as well as with your tongue.
  3. If you don’t like the food and the waiter asks what you thought at the end of the meal, speak your mind.  Help them improve.  Otherwise, it’s just useless bitching. =)

PS:  Through recommendations from a friend, we did find a beautiful English pub called Bangalore that has a small Indian restaurant upstairs.  The food is rich and creamy (although not very spicy), the space is small and intimate, and the atmosphere is great for a mellow Friday night.  I’d definitely recommend it.

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KL food pics

January 28, 2010

A follow-up to my KL food post!

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Tonight I had one of the best meals yet, in KL’s Jalan Alor street, a carnival-like night market of hawker stalls featured on Anthony Bourdain’s Malaysia episode.  I met with Uncle Jack’s two nephews for a meal of authentic proportions!  To eat Malay style, you can’t be afraid to get dirty – food stall dirty.  I tried frog’s legs congi, fried oysters, fermented boiled egg and lok lok (which is a food stall version of fondue but with every possible vegetable, meat and seafood – including jellyfish! – you can find on a stick, boiled/fried and then dipped in chili, satay or sweet sauce).  And all eaten on multi-coloured plastic lawn furniture in the middle of the street.  So fun and so delicious!

Frog tastes like chicken, oysters taste divine, jellyfish taste like crunchy sugarless gummy bears and fermented black eggs taste like ammonia and sugar soaked egg yolk.  What a feast for the senses!

And, I had durian!  YES!  DURIAN!  Usually deemed the “stinky fruit” it has a very distinctive odour and in my opinion, is not at all as bad as its reputation.  I can’t decide if it’s sweet, sour or bitter and maybe it’s actually everything all at once but durian isn’t just a fruit.  It’s an experience.  It’s smooth and sticky and fibrous and thick, a solid, liquid fruity piece of protein all in one little bundle of yellow buttery joy.  I actually think that people just don’t know how to react to the myriad of flavours that comes at them when they eat durian (Andrew Zimmern from the Food Network’s Bizarre Foods couldn’t stomach durian and had to spit it out!).  It doesn’t actually taste bad – it’s just very different from any other thing that I’ve ever eaten before!  It doesn’t taste like a fruit nor a vegetable, and it’s thick and heavy enough to be eaten as a main meal (actually, TJ and J said that sometimes they eat durian with rice!).  Maybe this is why it’s revered as “the king of fruits” in Southeast Asia.  They even have all-you-can-eat durian buffets here!

So great!  Great great great to get a local flavor for a new place.  And now my hands and breath and probably my entire room smell of durian.  They’ve actually banned durian from hotels because it is THAT pungent!

Thanks J, TJ and S for taking me out!  So sweet and so so fun!

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Random tidbits about Asia

January 19, 2010

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Sometimes I am guilty of taking Asia for granted.  Because I remember a lot of my early childhood from the Philippines (we lived there till I was 5), much of the scenery and culture in Asia feels familiar to me.  We spent weekends in the province among rice fields and bamboo cottages.  We pumped water from a well, tended to chickens and pigs in my grandparents’ backyard and have been part of most 3rd-world-country dodgy activities that the west would consider illegal (i.e. lighting large home made fireworks in the front driveway on New Year’s Eve).  I’ve seen dirt and poverty and pollution.  And foods like salted shrimp paste and rambutan and durian don’t surprise me.  But traveling through Asia this time around has really helped me to see this place differently.  I can decipher the things that are similar across countries and all the things that are different.  Though I hate to generalize an entire planetary region, there are several themes/foods/behaviours that ring true for many of the Asian countries I’ve visited thus far.  Here are a few:

  • Rice. If you’ve ever learned about how rice is harvested, you probably have a greater appreciation for the staple crop.  Growing rice is HARD WORK!  It is laborious and backbreaking.  It takes a whole community of people to tend to rice fields, to plant the seeds and to harvest the crop.  We take it for granted that it is so plentiful but oh my gosh, it is a crop grown with the labor of love.
  • Night markets. What is it about westerners and night markets?  I am staying in the middle of Chinatown in KL and at night the place is full of westerners buying fake Rolexes and Billabong shorts and LV rolling luggage bags.  I understand it feels exotic but there are markets like this in every major city in the world, including San Francisco!  The best part about these markets aren’t the things you can buy but the crazy foods that you can try.  Fried scorpions in Beijing, durian in KL, snake-skin fruit in Bali and fried salted fish galore everywhere.
  • Strange dessert foods that I loooove! Warm soy bean curd with brown sugar syrup (I used to have this for breakfast as a child in the Philippines and found a cart selling it just around the corner here in KL!), red bean pastries, sweetened cooked corn kernels in a cup (there is actually a fast food chain that sells this like McDonald’s sells chocolate covered sundaes), salted dried tamarind fruit, bubble tea (sweet juices with tapioca balls), black rice pudding, fried bananas.
  • Scooters. Everywhere.  They serve as long-haul buses for entire families: the mom, the dad, the two babies, the toddler, the 2 roosters, the couch and the neighbour.  They are utilized to the max and can dramatically change the economics of an entire community.
  • Fantastically prepared fruits and vegetables. Avocado juice (avocado blended with milk and sugar is amazing), salted pineapples, sweet mango with pungent shrimp paste, banana pancakes, ginger teas, sticky rice cooked in fragrant banana leaf, purple yam pudding, vinegar and sour green mango, jackfruit in warm rice and sweet milk.
  • Cheap movies. Though I don’t agree to purchasing pirated originals, I was shocked to walk into what looked like an HMV only to realize that I was browsing new release DVD copies that were selling for the equivalent of $1.50 USD each.  In the last two weeks I’ve seen the latest Harry Potter, Revolutionary Road (which is SO very depressing), the latest two Batmans and Underworld Revolutions for basically nothing.
  • Terribly unethical tobacco advertising. On TV tobacco advertisements are the equivalent of a mini Survivor Man movie.  They are disgustingly aspirational – touting adventure, ruggedness, masculinity and escape.  One shows a man trying to climb a snowy mountain.  He is overcome by an avalanche but manages to dig his way out to victory.  Then, BOOM, the “International” tobacco brand is plastered across the screen.  Tobacco is so very cheap in this part of the world.  Sadly, affordably addictive.

And now some interesting differences…

In Bali, even though I didn’t have international TV at all (not even the BBC or CNN), watching local TV was fascinating.  In one commercial break there were at least 3 or 4 different advertisements for what looked like psychics or fortune tellers or prophets of some kind.  They all touted things like success, health, happiness and love (guessing from what I could make out of Bahasa Indonesian).  You could text for a quote, or perhaps an appointment?  So interesting!

Kuala Lumpur (which means ‘muddy conglomerate’ because of the original site’s rich deposits of tin and silver) has been a real surprise!  I had always known that Malaysia is a Muslim country but never really thought about how that fact would translate when I got here.  It is so very multicultural and much more liberal than I originally anticipated.  There are people of all shapes and colours, veiled and unveiled, Asian and Western.  And the architecture is different from any other place I’ve seen in Asia because it’s Islamic.  Typically Islamic art has focused on the depiction of patterns and Arabic calligraphy instead of living figures because it is feared by many Muslims that the depiction of the human form is idolatry and a sin against Allah.  Thus, Islamic art and architecture will usually showcase beautiful floral and geometric designs (like the Petronas towers).

And well, the Philippines.  I could go on and on about how it is different but I would be a little bit biased with my insider’s view.  I would have to say that of all the strange foods that I’ve seen in other parts of the world, the Philippines tops my list for having the STRANGEST dishes of them all:

  • balut: a boiled, half fertilized duck egg with yoke and baby chick inside (I used to eat this as a child but can’t bring myself to have it now as an adult!)
  • kare-kare: meat (usually oxtail and innards) with coconut and peanut sauce
  • sisig: crispy fried (usually spicy) pork ears
  • dinuguan: pork blood stew with liver and meat
  • buro: fermented fish and fish eggs (the smell is just ridiculous!)

If you’re brave enough to try any of the above, you are invited to come with me when I go back to the Philippines next year!

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We went to a traditional asado (barbeque) today, at a gorgeous estancia (ranch) in the Argentine countryside.  Wine, picadas, and bottomless steak.  The meat today was so tender it was like slicing through butter.  The knife bled with juicy, warm, moist goodness.  And the crackle!  The crackle!  Salty with the tang of meat smoked over a fire all day long.  Skin never tasted so good.  Are you salivating yet?  Today was a most convenient day to turn carnivorous!  Can a recovering vegetarian die from meat overdose?  Meh.  Who cares?  Estoy muy satisfecha.

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