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The Best Dining in Palermo: Bar Uriarte

Where: Uriarte 1572, Buenos Aires, Argentina
September 18, 2008 at 5:30 PM | by | Comment (1)

This week, we're highlighting the best restaurants in the Palermo 'hood of Buenos Aires.

Sucre is debatably the most sizzling restaurant in BA, but since it's not in Palermo, it can't make our map. Luckily, the owners of the super-trendy spot have opened Bar Uriarte, a few blocks over from Mott.

Like its neighbor, Bar Uriarte is just as much about a chichi scene as it is the food. But here, too, that's not to say the grub isn't up to snuff.

The menu is mostly Italian, with lots of sharable appetizers including charcuterie, cheese plates, croquetas and bruschetta. Entrees aren't huge, but are certainly substantial. We had a terrific olive oil-and-thyme marinated skirt steak, while the gnocchi, if not out of this world, were pretty good.

And then there's the bar. If you can drink it, chances are Bar Uriarte has it in stock. Huge ice cubes help keep the cocktails frigid, and our waitress wasn't shy about asking if we needed another. (This is a good thing.)

A word of warning: We were seated at the low tables right in front of the bar. While it's definitely the be-seen place to be, it can be a little tricky to actually eat given the set up. So seek 'em out if you're looking for drinks, but ask for a real table if food is your priority.

Related Stories:
· Bar Uriarte [Official Site]
· Palermo's Best Restaurants coverage [Jaunted]

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I didn't comment on Olsen...

Which was WAY over-hyped AND over-priced.

But Bar Uriarte will forever go down as our worst dining experience ever.

It was our last night in BA, and after some FABULOUS meals, especially Sucre, we decided to go to Bar Uriarte after having had cocktails there a few nights earlier.

Even with a reservation, we were ignored for a good 25 minutes by the hostess.  It was another 15 minutes before even being offered water.  I'd say... another 10 before drink orders were taken.  Then, my fiance watched them make him the wrong drink, walked to the bar to correct it.  The bartender told the waiter it wasn't the right drink, he shrugged, and brought it to us anyway.  We send it back.  We order starters.  Twenty minutes go by.  I get mine, he does not.  The waiter tells us they're out of what he ordered.  This would have been helpful to know before I was served.

By now the Australians to my right were furious, waiting about 30 minutes just to pay their bill, after a tedious meal.  The 12 Americans to my left had been sitting for about 40 minutes without water, bread, or even a hello.  I heard one woman say, "Can't we get some water?"  I looked over and said, "Actually?  No."  I passed them our basket of bread, knowing they were in for a long and painful night.

Though we considered leaving at several moments, we stayed.  The food was great, but not worth the stress.

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