Enfunda la Mandolina

With an insider rec from my dear friend Macarena (whose exact words were, "We eat more than just asados, you know"), we managed to trek down to Enfunda la Mandolina in Palermo (self-billed as una cocina atípicamente porteňa) last night for a sampling of Argentine fare that's absent grilled meat. The setting was lushly gorgeous and playfully littered with retro toys and non-thematic knick-knacks. The food was comforty, lickety good, with most platos principales being 12-15 pesos (entradas being 5-7)! Despite the reverse sticker shock, no details were skimmed on, least of all the presentation--many of the dishes were served in adorable candy jars that were tipped over in a lake of coulis. We ooh-aahed our way into a delicious carb coma all night long. Notably, it was the most attentive service I've had in town (you hear that--Cafe Tortoni and Mark's Deli?!). I will definitely head back, if only for the tiramisu, which despite its massive popularity among the XX-chromo crowd had always left me rather unconvinced as a fan--until now. Nice work, Enfunda, nice work...

Pictured: pastel de papas, front entrance, fried faina, abondigas, and rabas