This (Wednesday) was my second birthday in Montevideo! But they do become agridulce after a certain age - let's not go there. There was much to love about this one, though - long walk with Reid all the way to the Ciudad Vieja and halfway back - a stop at the modest but still impressive neighborhood feria - a relaxed ashtanga practice - and thenout to dinner at the atmospheric Terracota restaurant in the elegant Punta Carretas neighborhood, where multiple muy expensivo places were filling up at 9 p.m. on a Wednesday night. Despite the fancy images on the restaurant website, this is Uruguay, and the entrecote con papas fritas is the steak and fries of everywhere, which is, says Reid, part of its culinary greatness.
But the chorizo - well, this one (half gone before I could snap) made the 6-year wait worth it. The wine - Uruguayan of course and not to be found outside its borders - had the impossible name of Mburucuyá and merited many more u's. Also must be mentioned: a Mousse de Maracujá on a chocolate crust with maracujá syrup, which will have to be made someday - remind me.
OK - I know this is getting far away from the recipes I promised (that brotola sabrosa up there gets made tomorrow) but I have to send out image below which was painted on a wall by the Playa Ramirez. This rather adorable but Disneyfied caterpillar is carrying, in the most natural way, his mate y termo - is, in fact, offering it to a friend. Only those who have been in this unorthodox place could have the slightest idea what this means.
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