So, as I've mentioned, my favorite dish in Buenos Aires was mashed pumpkin, so when Jose Luis told me he was lazy and that I should therefore choose where we went to eat lunch, I said I wanted to get one last fix.
When it comes with the massive amounts of bread, Perutti is the perfect place to go because I can easily get filled up on what is actually just considered a side dish. However, I find that when I order it the mix of my accent, my conviction that it is the only thing I want and he fact that it is considered kind of strange makes the waiter look at me with a sort of affection. (Nada más, señorita? Seguro?) Also, I appreciated Jose Luis' chuckle as I excitedly ordered a plate of orange mush. One would not think that the presentation on this pile of halloween could be beautiful, but its color is deep and its shaped into ripples. I like to wait a minute before I interrupt its flow. Just like with the chinese food, everyone wins. I am seen as a kind of crazy American girl who orders something not quite considered a meal, yet considered adorable, AND I get to eat what I want.