Disappointed with Food in Argentina

thanos336

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Enough of this. I'm calling it. Argentina has the worst food and food safety I have ever encountered.

I am suffering from a run of outrageous food incidents: from the pepperoni pizzas that taste like bleach, Pancho's same issue.

Do not bother eating out, it's the same every time.

A little seasoning and salt on meat would not go amiss. I assure you, the meats does not meet it's magic reputation like that, it needs seasoning.

I am currently eating what appears to be a soviet era front line soldiers Christmas ration posing as sirloin steak and it tastes like ass. I suspect it's not even real steak. I am not going to eat it all to make the owner feel at ease, fuck him. I've had enough of this shit.

Greasy house french fries, "papa fritas" cooked in nasty tasting oil.

All of the cans of drinks are off. They appear to have not yet discovered the scotch bonet and other spices that can be used to cover the baseline taste of generally nasty.

Let's not forget the stale soft biscuits openly sold in stores.

Don't trust anything you didn't cook yourself from a reputable business here.

A little fly control in butcher's would not go amiss.

Hate to break it to you. The meat does not deserve it's reputation.

Nasty.

They have the worst culinary habits in South America.

Indian street food is more appealing.

Everything is suspicious and tastes off.

I usually cook Asado to avoid this crap but I am fed up to the back teeth of interest from neighbours, just let me fucking cook peace.
 
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On the upside, I am highly likely to lose lots of weight here.
Alright
Enough of this. I'm calling it. Argentina has the worst food and food safety I have ever encountered.

I am suffering from a run of outrageous food incidents: from the pepperoni pizzas that taste like bleach, Pancho's same issue.

Do not bother eating out, it's the same every time.

A little seasoning and salt on meat would not go amiss. I assure you, the meats does not meet it's magic reputation like that, it needs seasoning.

I am currently eating what appears to be a soviet era front line soldiers Christmas ration posing as sirloin steak, and it tastes like ass. I suspect it's not even real steak. I am not going to eat it all to make the owner feel at ease, fuck him. I've had enough of this shit.

Greasy house french fries, "papa fritas" cooked in nasty tasting oil.

All of the cans of drinks are off. They appear to have not yet discovered the scotch bonet and other spices that can be used to cover the baseline taste of generally nasty.

Let's not forget the stale soft biscuits openly sold in stores.

Don't trust anything you didn't cook yourself from a reputable business here.

A little fly control in butcher's would not go amiss.

Hate to break it to you. The meat does not deserve it's reputation.

Nasty.

They have the worst culinary habits in South America.

Indian street food is more appealing.

Everything is suspicious and tastes off.

I usually cook Asado to avoid this crap but I am fed up to the back teeth of interest from neighbours, just let me fucking cook peace.
 
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Oh boy, it's taken me a long time to get used to Argentine food and I went through the full 5 stages of grief regarding the culinary desert that is local cuisine.

Argentineans seems to be obsessed with soft mushy things with no spices. A hard baggette is "pan duro" worthy of feeding only pigeons, and a hard cheese other than reggianito requires hunting. Crispy fries, nope. Crispy bacon...how bout some floppy pancetta instead? A firm hotdog? Nope. But you can have a nice soft empanada, lomito or triple de miga or boiled paste-like hotdog on any corner.

It seems the only thing they like crispy is their carne, which they leave on the parilla of any asado for an hour until it's a hockey puck just in case someone wants it hot. God forbid they eat luke-warm medium rare meat.

I've had near fights at asados calling people out for "making the best asado" while putting "cero onda" in it. Even cracked pepper wrinkles their noses.

The trick is cultivating your own little islands of flavor little by little. There is a tiny fish market in my neighborhood that is run by a Venezuelan woman. Her husband happens to be Mexican and makes tacos on the side for occasional customers. You would never find this on any google search or PedidasYa app. But they are the most authentic tacos in town.

Flavor exists, but they are not in every restaurant.
 
Oh boy, it's taken me a long time to get used to Argentine food and I went through the full 5 stages of grief regarding the culinary desert that is local cuisine.

Argentineans seems to be obsessed with soft mushy things with no spices. A hard baggette is "pan duro" worthy of feeding only pigeons, and a hard cheese other than reggianito requires hunting. Crispy fries, nope. Crispy bacon...how bout some floppy pancetta instead? A firm hotdog? Nope. But you can have a nice soft empanada, lomito or triple de miga or boiled paste-like hotdog on any corner.

It seems the only thing they like crispy is their carne, which they leave on the parilla of any asado for an hour until it's a hockey puck just in case someone wants it hot. God forbid they eat luke-warm medium rare meat.

I've had near fights at asados calling people out for "making the best asado" while putting "cero onda" in it. Even cracked pepper wrinkles their noses.

The trick is cultivating your own little islands of flavor little by little. There is a tiny fish market in my neighborhood that is run by a Venezuelan woman. Her husband happens to be Mexican and makes tacos on the side for occasional customers. You would never find this on any google search or PedidasYa app. But they are the most authentic tacos in town.

Flavor exists, but they are not in every restaurant.
Wow going to someone’s asado and insulting their food will really ingratiiate you with your host.
 
Wow, going to someone’s asado and insulting their food will really ingratiiate you with your host.
I would never do that. I host an asado at my house regularly for a dozen or so fathers of my daughter's school. Each time someone different offers to help cook. They come from different provincias and it's interesting to see small differences in their Asado. That said, trash talking american BBQ while bragging about Argentinian asado can get heated quickly, but it's all in good jest for the most part. 😅
 
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