I'm too old for pub crawls….

As one gets a bit older, there is the undeniable, inexorable passages of time.  In my 20’s, I loved the drinking and partying, one could find in random cities across the world; however the more cities I see, the more I realize that the world is slowly creeping towards one vision. Thank the effects of globalization!

A mega club in Milan, is similar to one in Hong Kong, is similar to one in New York, is similar to one in Trinidad; all one has to do is change the alcohol, the dance girl costumes, insert the same Euro-pop or Caribbean infused hip-hop music and you have the true global vision.

For the past 2 nights, I went on BsAs pub crawls and I had two different experiences. The first night, there were not enough people for an official pub crawl, so it ended being a Trini, English girl, Aussie boy and an American in Buenos Aires. This was a rocking good night, in that it made for new friends, good drinking and good chatter!

I did realize that the portion sizes here are conducive to huge guts or bodybuilders… it is all highly dependent on how much gym work one puts in. So starting the night, I ended up looking for a hamburgersa. What I ended up with was a one pound sirloin steak with peal meal bacon with two tortillas and a bucket of fries for the grand price of 7$ CDN ..woot!! After taking the meal back to the bar, and trying my best to eat it all, what I ended up with was the following. As one can see, I did a piss poor effort of attempting to finish this meal… no matter that it was one of the best pieces of meat you could have for only 7$ CDN!!!!!! I’d like to see the Keg in Toronto make a steak sandwich for this value.

so the night proceeded and we met more and more people…. and the three of us (Phil, Sally and myself) continued on our “impromptu” pub crawl with Chris (American) in the background!

This pic represents what’s good about travelling.. meeting new people. Notice how drunk Sally looks…. she was flying to Ushuaia the next morning (She made it, but she broke her finger when she was trying to climb into her bunk bed – NEW rule of travelling – never ever use a hostel top bunk bed, if you’re drinking)

Of course, for me, drinking also must be accompanied by some sort of ridiculous eating at the end of the night. Of course, the end of the night happened to be at 5.45 god damn AM – so the next quest in BsAs was to find food. This was remarkable easy as Chris, who helps run the BsAs pub crawl took us for Hamburgesas and Super Panchos!!

This is what I ended up eating:

Note the bowl of chopped salsa… that disappeared in the mix of it all…..but I don’t know what is so super about the pancho… aside from saying “Tengo SUPERRRRRR pancho???” … I should tell them to bring an Icelandic hot dog to Buenos Aires… now that would be a fricking SUPPPPERRRRR PANCHO!!!

Now I’ve described a pretty fricking great night out…. note here that there was no GOD DAMN club!!! The next night… was the following… a bunch of random people …  and random cool bars and probably the most awesome spicy vodka drink I have ever had. The CHILLI Bomb!!!

An invention of La Puerta Roja this lethal concotion consists of a shot of vodka that has been mixed with chopped chillis and Speed, an energy drink. A full shot glass is  plunged into a large glass of Speed and then expected to be downed in one foul swig.

La Puerta Roja is recognized only by its red door, as it is not signposted. It is reminiscent of  a sixth form college common room with poor lighting, shabby walls, worn leather seating and a pool table. Yet still it is a comfortable and cool place to hang out. Despite its inconspicuousness it attracts a mixture of locals and travelers. Large crowds from hostels come regularly as part of  “the buenos aires pub crawl” to invade the joint.

This was all fun… but then the final stop of the night was your typical mega club as seen by the pics

 

That last picture tells it all…..I am too old for pub crawls and I definitely too old for this type of club!!!!!!!!