Bobby Peru in Palermo
Willem Dafoe is starring in the late night tango movie of my life. He laughs his scary open mouthed laugh as he tosses back shots of a clear liquid with friends at a table and claps to the tuba tango band. Leaving the basement venue after 1 we wander cracked tile pavements and side streets with swaying Porteno tweeners. There must be something open we think so we go to the sound and the light blinking off the square where we had lunch in Palermo Soho.
Another tall ceilinged well lit cafe takes us in and we sit in a clean diner booth more New Orleans than Johnny Rockets. It promises ice cream with its all-white wainscoting and vintage American ads for Pepsi. But something is amiss something is different. Forgotten 80s videos play on the flat screen and the nachos have a separate cup for the melted cheese.
This is a crazy massive beautiful city full of kind-faced people and leafy streets and taxis that always appear at just the right time. But we must teach them about nachos.
