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Revolutionary food

A sad note today, our last week begins. So every where we go will be our last time although we do go to Nuevo Chique twice a week. This will not actually be our last visit but our last Tuesday. Many who go on Tuesday do not go Thursday so already the goodbyes have started.

Nuevo Chique was not so good for Viv today. There were very few men but just as many women. At six she had enough and told me she was off to El Revolucionario. As instructed, I danced on. It became more and more difficult for me to leave as the women wanted me to dance, but by seven I had changed my shoes. This was not enough though to win my freedom, Paloma grabbed me, and it was after all a Biagi vals. So I danced it in my Hotters, not the best dancing shoes, but very comfortable. Glad I stopped as I saw Juan our old dance teacher on the floor dancing with Dora, nice to say “Hello” again.

On the way out I bumped into Marriane, seems she too was having problems and decided to head for Obalisco.

When I arrived at El Revolucionario Viv was still drinking coffee. I fully expected her to be on her third cup, but she had been across the road watching the dogs at play, so had not been there long. Beer was now in order, no Quilmes but they did have Imperial Stout, that’ll  do nicely. The food was good too, but I still cannot get used to the idea that pies and pastry are starters and salad is the main course.

Still the cheapest place for food though and good service. Pudding, as always supplied by our local Ice cream gal, tasty.

 

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Eat your empanadas or you don’t get your salad.

As we travelled down to Nuevo Chique today on the subte, I noticed something. Apart from the fact that it was very crowded, every one in my line of sight was staring into a mobile phone. You might think that I am old fashioned, but why not talk to the person you are with? I now carry mine with me everywhere, but virtually the only time I look at it is to use the Spanish dictionary. Then, of course, the odd time I post a check in, but that is just for my fans at home.

Nuevo Chique itself was quiet today. We think it was partly to do with El Arranque re-opening, but again it was a mainly tourist crowd. Even the locals were complaining, funny how they have taken us in, and do not consider us outsiders. No pleasing Viv, she likes it quieter but now complains that there are not enough men. So despite our commitment to stay longer tonight we left at seven. She was bored.  I spent a lot of time trying to avoid Margarita. Not that I don’t enjoy dancing with her, but there are a lot of other ladies to dance with. I appreciate the attention, but it makes it hard for me to cabeceo other ladies.

After we left we headed for El Revolucionario again. We had “Scotch Beer” as there was no stout. “Still black but smoother” she said. More like brown ale than stout but still pleasant. They can’t get used to our way of eating, we asked for empanadas with our salad, but empanadas are served first and they would not bring the salad until we had eaten them. We had to go and ask for bread, as they did not bring any. As I have said “It is not a top class restaurant” that may be the case, but our girl is always pleasant and you can’t argue the price. £11 for a meal for two with beer, better than Weatherspoons.

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Revolutionary food

It’s my monthly trip to the bank to pay my expensas, a particularly stressful occasion for me. It’s hard to learn when you simply do not understand, but I made some notes and hope springs eternal. As usual there was a big queue, but fortunately two machines were running, so those behind me would at least not have to wait for me to fail. It took three attempts, but I finally managed it on my own. It will be nine months before I have to do it again, I guess I will have to learn it all again by then, that is assuming I did it right and my money is not in some black hole somewhere.

We arrived early at Nuevo Chique, as usual there were few people there. This did not last however and soon it was sardine time again. Some people still think that they can get away with multiple back steps in a situation like this. It drives me mad, I spend more time protecting the woman than actually enjoying the music. Then you get those cutting diagonals across the floor. Still despite everything I had a good time.

Viv, however was complaining again. More than ever now I know that it is all perception, she just wants to dance every tanda. I danced with the lady in front of her and she said “Your wife dances a lot”, well I know at one point she missed three tandas, but all in all she did not miss that many. We stayed until seven thirty which is another indication; she would have been out of there before seven had she not been getting many dances.

El Revolutionario was crowded as well, but we seem to now have a regular table and all the staff recognize us and say hello. We ordered our stout and the I thought I would have a look at the menu. I only wanted to look, but it seems they had other ideas. The youngest girl came over saying something about empanadas and rapido. I asked her if they were closing and she said at eleven, it is still a mystery what she was on about. Still we decided to order food anyway, it looked promising.

We had a chicken salad each and enough bread to stuff a pig. The onion bread was especially nice. When I went to pay, I did a double take. I think that they thought I was doubting the price, well I was, but not the way you would think. It was 220$ar, two meals and beer with nibbles, that’s £11 to you at home. It is not worth cooking at these prices.

 

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