Someone (timid_trnchcoat or bobovespa I figure) ordered an
appetizer of brains and blood sausage, which got passed
around the table. The morcilla was a bit more refined than
other versions but along the same lines; the brains had an
off aroma, and I was about to taste just a little but was
warned off by someone at the other end of the table.

lili and I split the large sirloin (comes in 7, 14, and 21
oz portions so not that big); this was done spot on and was
the best of the trip (I rank them Fervor, Don Julio, Lo
de Rosendo and Parrilla Pena - the neighborhood places we
went to, very close in quality, and La Dorita last, as
it seemed to be having a bad day).

People ordered just a bit too much food, given that we had
a sizable snack selection at Marieta, so there was extra
that floated around when people were finished. I tasted the
grilled seafood platter: squid, shrimp, and octopus in that
order of preference. The squid and shrimp were perfect; the
octopus seemed a little overtenderized, though it tasted
fine. There were finfishes too - hake and salmon, if memory
faileth not. An oddity here is that there's a huge list of
fish, but today only these two were available. If certain of
these others had been around, I'd have had a tough choice,
because though I am exceedingly fond of rare beef, I'd have
liked to have tasted the sea bass, for example, on its home
territory.

Some of us were greedy piglets. I ordered the Rogel dessert,
a mille-feuille of what seemed to be cannoli pastry layered
with dulce de leche ice cream, the whole covered with a
marshmallow topping - a sinful concoction.

The wine was the Escorihuela Gascon Gran Reserva Malbec 11,
which was not so interesting as the Pequenos Producciones
but equally balanced. We had two bottles for four drinkers.
They tried to charge us for three; this was fixed rapidly
upon application.

We were all going to walk together back to the area of the
hotels (less than a mile), but lili wanted to revisit some
places she'd been before, so we took our leave and walked
over to Recoleta, where we sort of eschewed the cemetery
(she'd been, I wasn't all that interested) and walked along
side streets before turning left and going back to our
fancy digs.

Some more of that Latitud 33 Malbec at the lounge, after
which I had some superb orange juice before toddling home.