I’d eaten at Santa Maria Del Sur before, but it was a very
long time ago, actually not long after it opened after the split from Buen Ayre
on Broadway Market.
Ahh the good old days, when Argentinean steak houses were
few and far between, when I was buying meat direct off a guy in Uxbridge,
kilo’s of Argie Rib Eye at similar prices than in Buenos Aires.
When no one was making good empanadas apart from the wife,
who has actually stopped making them for me now, cos she hates making the
pastry.
Now steak houses are a dime a dozen, empanadas, some good,
some really bad are being sold at every weekend market. Yes you know who you
are, shame on you for even selling those worthless bits of meat filled
turnovers as you called them. Shame.
This isn’t so much as a bitch about the place and its meat,
as the food actually tasted very good.
It’s the cooking that sucked. Big time.
I don’t know if the visa laws have changed since David and
Christina have started their spats at each other, but there seems to be lacking
good artists working the parrilla at Santa Maria Del Sur.
Thankfully they never totally ruined the meat, it was
seasoned very well, but it was just badly grilled.
The chorizo was so over cooked that I had to ask for a
diamond tipped cutter to cut it. The meat was medium rare on one side and
almost well done on another. I didn’t think that was possible, but apparently it
is at Santa Maria del Sur.
The morcilla and the provolone cheese were both good, at
least they never fucked them up. Well the cheese was on the verge, but they
caught it just in time.
The chips were fine, although you can’t really fuck up
chips, oh wait you can. I did once at Café Boheme, that’s what happens when you
fall asleep on the toilet at 2am after someone puts an order on. Thankfully the
waiters never realised the order took 30 minutes to complete.
Everyone around us was loving it, but none of them have been
to Argentina, none of them have sampled the wonders of a real asado, never seen
a real artist at work, never bitten into a perfectly cooked piece of bife
chorizo in all its divine goodness.
I have and what Santa Maria Del Sur served was pretty piss
poor.
I did have a good night with old work colleagues who I
hadn’t seen for many years, and probably wouldn’t see for many more.
I left with a regret. Regret that I had shelled out so much
money for that. It still brings a tear to my eye. Never again will Santa Maria
Del Sur see the inside of my wallet again.
1 comment:
Well, let me tell, for me the best place to eat is Buenos Aires. I have been there for a year, I have worked with the Buenos Aires Real Estate business and I have eaten so much meat my friend. I became a meat eater.
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