Kentucky

This morning in bed I started thinking about Kentucky, a restaurant in Buenos Aires, Argentina that I went to a lot. I went to Buenos Aires over a year ago and I never wrote about it, so I wanted to blog about this while it was in my mind. Seems like a good idea to try and record some memories before they all completely fade.

While I was there I lived in Almagro, on the corner of Mario Bravo and Lavalle.



I lived about five blocks from a restaurant called "Kentucky." Stephy took me there for the first time. She had gone there with Agustina and shared a huge milanesa and fries and a beer for crazy cheap. When we went we just got a couple slices of napolitana pizza, probably. Pizza in Argentina is very cheesy and thick and pretty bland. I started salting my pizza when I was there.

Stephy and I went there all the time. We had so much girl talk at that restaurant. Once we ordered some chicken to share and decided to get salad because we couldn't remember the last time we'd had vegetables. When it arrived (some measly lettuce and one tomato) we salted it and devoured it with our fingers. We asked for water from the tap (something unheard of, because they always give you bottled water and charge you) and they gave it to us. The waiters were incredibly nice and curious about us. Whenever one of us went separately, they'd ask where the other one was. They introduced themselves and asked where we were from. When I told one waiter that I had an accent that was impossible to understand, he said if someone wanted to and tried, they could. It's hard to explain but basically the vibe there was just patient and nice, not annoyed.

We often went there for dinner on "American time" which probably made us a rarity too. Whenever we went to eat, at 6pm or whenever, the place would be pretty empty (except for some people watching soccer.) Once we went there at midnight and it was so packed and bustling. I thought it was so incredible to be eating somewhere late at night and have it be so alive.

I had my last meal (other than the airport) at Kentucky. I went there with Sam and Kait right before a cab was supposed to come pick me up at my apartment. I don't remember eating anything but I got a liter of quilmes. The taxi called while I was still at the restaurant. I finished my beer and left.

Here are some pictures of a menu, the awesome pictures of food on the wall, and me and Estephy with a waiter.