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El Dia Ultimo

Salta, ArgentinaI woke up, shook off the previous night and hit the streets at the respectable hour of 1:00 pm. My mission for the day was to shamelessly enjoy the best of what northeastern Argentina has to provide food-wise. After three months today was my final day in Argentina so what better way to make [...]

Salta, Argentina

I woke up, shook off the previous night and hit the streets at the respectable hour of 1:00 pm. My mission for the day was to shamelessly enjoy the best of what northeastern Argentina has to provide food-wise. After three months today was my final day in Argentina so what better way to make the most of it than indulging in as much food as my stomach could handle for a day?


The U.K. Commonwealth Quartet that I had been traveling with for the past week left in the morning leaving me to once again travel solo for the foreseeable future. Before they departed they gave me some advice “to hit-up the parilla (grill) two blocks north of the center plaza. You’ll see one that looks real flare. Walk past it to the next one on the corner. You’ll know it when you see it because it will be packed for lunch.”

I eventually found a parilla. Maybe the right one. It was on a corner next to one that did look pretty up-class. Maybe not as ‘flare’ looking as the first, this one wasn’t exactly a dump.

Lomo (An Argentine cut of steak) was on my mind and it was on the menu so it was a no brainer that a nice cut of beef was going to be making it’s way down to my stomach. Like most meat here it almost melts in your mouth which is not a sensation normally experienced had with any type of beef.

From Salta 2011-04
Lomo. Oh, so good.

After the steak, creamy potatoes and empanadas it was time to digest and then move on to desert. Cheesecake was on my mind and the menu so it was another no brainer followed up with a cup of coffee.

Dinner was equally as large consisting of a Zuchini Milanesa. Other than stuffing myself, my last day in Argentina was fairly uneventful. A 5:50 am wake-up call to catch a 7:00 am bus to Chile excluded me from having the same Saturday night that others in the hostel were enjoying. It stung a little when I was waking up to leave and others were just getting in.

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