On Monday night, Fernando (my partner on BA Cast: The Buenos Aires Podcast) and I along with our trusty intern Jimmy went to visit the top 3 pizza joints in Buenos Aires. I say top 3 from a historic perspective.
They are El Cuartito, Las Cuartetas and Guerrin. Two notables that did not get visited are El Palacio de la Pizza and Los Inmortales, both of which I have written about and recommended highly in the past.
But the top 3 were all built around 1930, when Argentina was basically still in its golden period.
The most astonishing thing of the night was that we got free stuff at every place we went. To me this speaks to the Argentine obsession with the press. I’m not sure that if you walked into a pizza joint in New York or Chicago or even Portland, Oregon for that matter that you would get anything for free. At El Cuartito we got everything for free. Everything! Unbelievable! Even the beers.
Now I don’t want to ruin the results (which shall be discussed on the Pizza Wars of BA Cast starting tomorrow) too much because that is why we did the podcast. What I do want to talk about is my personal take on Pizza in general.
I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. It would be one thing if the pizza was actually bad, but what we are talking about here is a stylistic choice. It’s the same as getting used to the cuts of meat, the haircuts or any other cut you might imagine. Its a style!
My personal theory is that people just like to bitch. Bitch bitch bitch! And hey I am no exception. I suppose I am bitching right now about those who bitch. How redundant.
Maybe I should pursue food criticism in a more professional manner so I can bitch more?