Buenos Aires - Riffs #1
We introduced ourselves to the Lead Concierge at our hotel (firm handshake with currency discretely contained within).
"We're guests here for the next three nights," I said "and we will likely need some suggestions. Can we depend on you for some interesting ideas?"
"Of course," responded the Concierge.
"Sounds good," I said "how about a couple of ideas for later this afternoon"
"Do you take afternoon tea?" inquired the Concierge.
"You mean 'tea' as in little sandwiches, fancy pastries, etc., etc., etc.?" I asked.
"Precisely," responded the Concierge "traditional tea in a formal setting."
"Here?" I asked.
"No sir," replied the Concierge, "at one of the oldest hotels in the city and it's just a short walk from here."
"I didn't pack a business jacket" I noted "plus taking tea sounds a bit stuffy."
"Think 'entertaining' not stuffy," responded the Concierge. "I can arrange a table; no jacket required."
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Formal tea at the Alvear Palace Hotel was worth much more than the $40.00 we were charged.
- silver place settings and tea service
- three tiered silver serving towers with pastries
- a toadying staff of white gloved attendants
- distinguished matrons and younger Porteņos stylishly attired
- classical music played by a harpist
- a most decadent architectural environment
The tea was excellent and of course, I did over indulge on the empanadas heavily lathered with dulce de leche!