I really love Salta, Argentina. With it´s slow pace, wide, sunny squares, interesting markets, funky graffiti and yummy hot dogs.
That´s right. Hot dogs.
I had read that Chile is ´´known´´ for it´s hot dogs, and am planning on trying some when I get to Santiago. But I didn´t know Argentina was also in on the action. However, much like pizza, I think most everyone has their preference when it comes to meat in a bun. Generally, I am not really a hot dog girl. In NYC, our dirty water dogs are a rite of passage. But I rarely seek one out. I have also had them in Brazil, where foodies top them with potato chips, corn, tomatoes and other unusual tidbits. They are ok, but nothing I would crave.
Salta may have turned my head on this.
It is here that I had a foot-long piece of pork in a soft bun, topped with mustard, spicy and regular onions and grilled eggplant. Sounds gross, but trust me when I say it was delicious.
I also took an eerily quiet ride on Salta´s cable car to a viewpoint above the city. Seeing Salta spread out beneath me, with the setting sun casting everything in an orange glow, was lovely.
I also had my first Argentinian steak in Salta. I have been traveling with 4 others: a couple from Australia (Shaun and Georgina) and a couple from South Africa (John-Henry and Mary.) We were directed to a small, simple steak house where a waiter with a trick bow-tie cut one of our steaks with a spoon. The cuts were so big we had leftovers for two days.
If Salta is any indication of how Argentina is, I think I am really going to like it here.