Editorial Review

Mellow, cavernous resto with oddball, quirky feel and locally sourced, ironic knicknackery on the walls. Ask for a table in the leafy patio and hope for the world's tiniest waitress. Argie standards (read: grilled cow in its myriad forms, pasta, etc.), Northern regional hits like sweet corn humita cleverly presented in a jar, and roasted alligator for two if you're feeling National Geographic and/or blazed. The food itself isn't superb, the service is a tad too mellow, but at least they're trying something slighlty different and we dig the lazy intellectual vibe. Oh and extra double bonus points for stoner delight chocotorta for dessert. Pleasantly devoid of tourists, too.