A note on Dada
<p>If you want a no bullshit good meal in Buenos Aires, you go to Dada Bistro. I won’t lie — I did learn about Dada from a 40-year-old Polish woman at a hostel in Patagonia.</p>
<p>My first visit to Dada was about a week ago. I sat at the bar and had two Stellas and panko crusted shrimp (<em>langostino)</em>. It was delicious.</p>
<p>Two days later, a friend from Pennsylvania visited me. I took him to Dada. You know, you can’t enjoy the riches alone. Collectively, we had four Coronas, two gin and tonics, pork loin (<em>lomo</em>) and a rib eye steak (<em>ojo de bije</em>) with potatoes. It was delicious yet again. I’m not sure if it’s the meal you have before sex or when you’re trying to get over depression, but it would work in either case.</p>
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