Slaugherthouse Fest

Well it turns out that we were off by a day on the Slaughterhouse Festival, it 's Sunday not Saturday. Unfortunately we didn't learn that until we had already taken the 45 minute bus ride out there and learned the sad truth. Luckily we made it out the next day.

The bus system here is pretty amazing. They are running on what seems like almost every street, with stops not just on the corners but in the middle or the start of a block. About 300 lines, all of which weave back and forth through areas. The system, as chaotic as it seems, works pretty well. Fares are tiered depending on how far you travel (with the max being 1.75 pesos, or about 45 cents). If you want to find out how to get from point A to point B, you can call a number, tell them your address and where you want to get and they will direct you there. The only tough part are the drivers, which like all other drivers in Buenos Aires like to speed, turn fast and break hard. We survived.

The slaughterhouse festival was interesting. More random argentineans going to a market on the weekend than tourists and most of the stuff for sale was either leather or cowboy themed (the half spoke wheel wine holder was probably the most impressive item for sale). Most As far as food it certainly lived up to its billing, with a grill pit that was probably 12 feet by 12 feet full or various cuts of steak, sausage and chicken. Most of the meat was served on slightly warm bread. It was pretty amazing.

Despite ten days here we only ended up having one big steak meal, a platter combo at one of the more popular places, La Dorita. We thought it was about the most beef one could order for dinner until we saw some old couple having some platter twice the size. For lunch.

Clearly we are soft in our carnivore status. We have ended up eating at more vegetarian restaurants than steakhouses. Let's hope we fix that in Mendoza.