A new twist: we had 3 hours to waste before dinner. The
problem was that there wasn't a whole lot to do at 5 or 6
pm on Sunday - all the sights would be closed, and there
was that issue with the subway not working. lili was a
good sport and said she'd be okay with just wandering
around; I doubted her stamina, but wander we did, going
through the Recoleta and Palermo neighborhoods and by the
Japanese Garden (closed) and the zoo (closed). There was a
street fair type arrangement going on in the big park, but
it was folding up by the time we got there. We were getting
a bit draggy when we reached the restaurant neighborhood. It
was still too early, and the chosen meeting place wasn't
open even for drinks. Luckily we encountered soupxxxx and
+1, so we found a place with a Heineken sign and plunked
ourselves down. I was hot and had been looking forward to a
beer for a couple hours, and lili and soupxxxx wanted to
split a half liter of wine. The waiter did the upsell thing
- you know, 750 is a better deal -, and I don't know how,
but they were convinced.

Finca Las Moras reserva 12 organic Malbec from the Pedernal
Valley was a lot better than it had to be; I had a small
gargle of it before settling down to my liter of Heineken.

Then just a quick toddle down the street to Morelia, which
is known for grilled pizza, though you can get regular pizza
as well, in a plethora of interesting flavor combinations.
So what did four Americanos do? A big pepperoni pizza and a
small pepperoni pizza. The crust, with a bit more char on
the bottom than I am accustomed to, was thin and hard-crisp
and very like a flatbread pizza in the States. The cheese
was more pungent than one expects from mozzarella - I
suspect some unadvertised grana of some kind there -, and
the pepperoni, more like a coarser cousin of Genoa salami,
was not detectably spicy at all, a surprise as here one
sometimes gets an unexpected bit of kick in places one
would not expect. I should have asked for hot pepper flakes
but didn't think to do so.

A bottle of Roble de Finca Flichman 13 was very cheap; it
was respectable, a bargain at I think under 100. A young
dark wine as well, aromas of cherries and berries, quite
straightforward, a terrific pizza wine.

Our friends had gone by a gelateria called Nahuel with a
most impressive assortment of flavors. I wondered what
crema americano was, so I got that and regular chocolate
(there were half a dozen chocolates and another half dozen
with a chocolate component); both were smooth and tasty,
the chocolate having a strong coffeeish component and the
crema being sort of vanilla-y nothing-y but refreshing. I
also tasted a chocolate chip whose name I forget and the
super dulce de leche, which was like regular dulce de
leche to me.

The taxi back to the hotel cost more than I thought it
would. I guess he took a more rectilinear route than the
diagonal I envisioned, or maybe it was farther than I
thought.