Post-glacier, Conrad and I found ourselves with a little spare time before joining the others for dinner. I hoped for good postcards and souvenirs, but found only a handful of the former and nothing of the latter I wanted. Ah, but what did we find?
Cocktails.
Oveja Negra was the gin,
presumably distilled in or near the bar we stopped at on the main street of El Calafate. I had what amounted to a lavender gin and tonic, while Conrad opted for a cocktail infused with the town's namesake berries.
His was rather sweet, mine was refreshing. I wish we had brought back a bottle of the gin.
And then it was on to dinner at La Tablita. Inside the restaurant, there was a kitchen with carcasses on the spit over a fire. Lamb!
That was my dinner. Roasted, unadorned, unsauced, unaccompanied - a generous portion. But first there hearts of palm as an appetizer.
Both were good, but I especially enjoyed (and shared!) the lamb.
We had great dinners at the last hotel in Chile, we had less enjoyable food elsewhere in Chile. Two nights of lamb, and Argentina was off to a good start.






























