Sushi in BA

Friday, Quinn was pretty sick and the rest of us were coughing and fighting sore throats, so we stayed in most of the day to avoid the cold (it's actually finally wintry here) even though it was the 9th of Julio, Independence Day. By 4:30 or so, though, we were going stir crazy so we bundled the boys up and went walking. Late afternoon in BA is time for a café and sweet, so we walked to a new part of the neighborhood and found a place to have a Café Jarrito and big glasses of cut fruit for the boys. That's my kind of afternoon!

Once we got Jack and Quinn out the door into the cold again we decided to walk for about 30 more minutes and then eat dinner, at least two hours earlier than any Porteño would eat, but we're Americanos so the excuse is built in. Quinn was really feeling junk (sorry, I'm talking Hawaiian) so I suggested we try a sushi restaurant I'd seen earlier in the week, knowing he likes sushi and thinking it was the perfectly stupid place to end up on Argentina's Independence Day.

We walked into Itamae Sushi, interrupted the wait staff sitting around two tables eating their own dinner, and had our pick of tables in the rather large restaurant. Jack seemed to loosen things up by greeting anyone who came near the table with a loud, "Hola!" and I was happy when the waitress poured my Stella Artois, brewed in Argentina, into a glass.

All in all the sushi wasn't that bad, but it was no Akasaka! I'm pretty sure the restaurant's red lighting was intended to obscure the color of the fish, which actually tasted quite fresh, and the various pieces of fish and shrimp and everyting else were Jack-sized, but we walked out satisfied and the boys were happy. I doubt we'll head back there soon, though.

Too dark for good pictures...