Don’t cry for me Argentina, the truth is Manila got La Cabrera too. All through my wild eating days, my mad existence, I kept my appetite, don’t keep your distance. I’m no Evita Peron addressing the crowd from the balcony of Casa Rosada but my cavernous desire for food sweeps a melody of broad emotional themes of keenness and inclination. My arms can go flailing left and right gripped with so much emotion springing from imminent hunger.
Over brunch last month, friends were telling me about La Cabrera. I proposed to visit with my sister a couple of weeks ago but she wasn’t in the mood for steaks so we hit another place instead. Yes, ‘the young and the beautiful’ trumps the older (and flabby) sister.
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An impromptu lunch last holiday Monday found me at La Cabrera. Rich dark woodwork and red brick stones highlight the restaurant interior while the Wild Wild West vibe runs throughout the dining room.
Framed cowboy and ranch photos, a quirky chandelier with kitchen utensils, an old typewriter, a barrel, vintage cameras, film reels, and mirrors complete the decor. Above the bar counter, signed wooden boards by famous guests are displayed.
La Cabrera is supposedly ranked 17th on the list of Top 50 Restaurants in Latin America and I think 2nd in Argentina. It’s a steak-focused restaurant and you know how I love my steaks. That’s why I never became a vegetarian… it’s a huge missed steak!
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