Little ROSE

In the Land of the Parilla (Argentine grill) meat is king. You can be hard pressed at times to come by food that wasn't once munching on grass, even harder still to find food that grew in the ground if you're not making a conscious effort. As I'm experiencing right now, too much meat and not enough vitamins results in sharp abdominal pains. This is what makes Little Rose sushi restaurant so special to me. Up a fairly innocuous flight of stairs you ascend into what looks like a goth-inspired Victorian parlour. The walls and decor are painted black, only the table clothes remain neutral and pictures of 'little roses' reflect down on you while you eat. It's dark but not foreboding and the lunch menu is the best sushi deal this side of the River Plate. For less the US $10 you get: water sin o con gas, the best miso soup I've ever had, five salmon nigiri, one piece mango-cream cheese (surprisingly tasty), one salmon-cream cheese, one salmon-avocado-cream cheese, one salmon roll, your choice of delicious ice cream, and espresso.

*note: in the above picture I asked Graham to pose looking "longingly" at the ice cream. He's not disappointed as it seems, he was in fact well-pleased with his dessert.