Barbecoa

I've heard a lot of the locals complain about Jamie Oliver and his proliferation of restaurants. "They're popping up everywhere." "They're not all that good." "He's singlehandedly ruining British cuisine." Poppycock. I've been to a number of his restaurants, and with the exception of Union Jack's, they've all been worth going back to. This week's excursion to Barbecoa was no exception.

One of my work colleagues was in town and wanted to visit this place. I was impressed by the selection of beers. The Sibera Rhubarb Saison was a particular delight. For starters, we split the fried pickles and smoked duck breast. The pickles were meh. The duck was heavenly. For mains, I went with the pulled pork and waffle, while my dinner companion chose some steak or other. He ordered it mooing and got a funny look from the waiter. Not so much funny "ha-ha," more like funny "what are you talking about and why don't you leave?"

Tip for Americans traveling abroad: this sort of thing isn't funny in the states. It's even less funny in a fine dining establishment outside the states, and is part of the reason the rest of the world hates us.

Back on topic, the food was delicious. I even liked the coleslaw that came with my pork. I'd recommend this place over Gaucho, but there's better steak to be had in this town. Look for a future update, in which I return to Constancia in a sober enough state to take photos and review the food.