There is no shortgage of parilla/steakhouses in Bs As and in San Telmo, particularly so close to charming, but touristy/touristed Plaza Dorrego La Brigada is a great find. Although I always get anxious when I see english on a menu, this is not a tourtist restaurant though they do accomodate toursists/non-Spanish speakers quice nicely and not condescendingly. On a recent Saturday Portions are generous and the grill work excellent. Good wine list with several good value choices...
Grass fed beef straight from the pampas, sans growth hormones or the grain used to fatten cattle in the United States, coupled with grill masters who spend their lives perfecting the art of cooking "carne", courteous and knowledgeable waiters, in a country where no one hurries through a meal..taking time to enjoy the food and the company....are the essential ingredients for a meal to remember at La Brigada...(The second location in Recoleta is actually far better than the orignial and better known location in San Telmo). Oh, and no steak dinner in Argentina is complete without a grilled provolone appetizer, puree to calabza as a side dish, flan with dulce de leche for dessert...all washed down with a full bodies Argentine Malbec wine. Perfection!
We visited La Brigada on our last day in Buenos Aires. The food was the best we had during our week long visit. The service could not have been better. Jose was fantasic and made my experience great. He recommend the best steaks and wine. We had the opportunity to meet the owner and he enjoyed joking with us. I suggest anyone visit this lovely restaurant and they had the best chorizo.
This nis our story of our worst meal and service on our whole trip. We usually chalk up every glitch of our trips to an expeirence or an adventure. This i call an insult to the very existance of our beings.
We ordered a bottle on Pinot Noir RFeserve from the wine list. The waiter said I think you would prefer the House Shiraz. He said it was the same price. I said I would prefer the Pinot. He said this was better so rather than argue we said ok. As the waiter was popping the cork, I saw how slowley and carefully he was doing it, I noticed the airator and carafe sitting on the table than I saw the cork breaking.
I should have left right there, the evening of Hell