New York - Are all sandwiches made equal

White bread or wholemeal. Chicken salad or prawn mayonnaise. Marks & Spencers or Tesco. Sandwiches in London are pretty standard fare. But in New York there is the deli....where sandwiches are for men. Where a sandwich is on rye. Where a sandwich includes a pound of cured corned beef. Where a sandwich comes with sour pickles. Where a sandwich costs a whopping $15..!!

Katz Deli. Congratulations.

Puerto Iguazu - Sweetbread Hunting II

Puerto Iguazu is very quiet as is the falls itself. less than half full compared to the peak which makes it pleasant walking the trails and not jostling for that perfect photo of the falls. The weather is in the mid 20´s and not too humid, the falls are still ferious but not so bad that all you see is mist, so where are all the tourists? It´s the same in town where the restaurants are half empty and the owners approach you as you walk past. This makes it a buyers market.

When the owner of Color parilla approached it was a simply case of looking at his menu and hesitating. next moment the offer to come into the kitchen was made and there I was in the fridge as he showed me the cuts of beef on offer. This naturally led to my next question of ´Do you do sweetbreads? I´ve never tried it before´, so after a bit of banter a free sample of sweetbreads was on offer and dinner location was set.

The sweetbreads looked like 4 small kebabs and came with a piece of lemon. They were pretty tasty with the lemon. Some gristley like bits and not meaty all the way through but not as bad as I thought. My mind was on the lines of tripe.

Color is ranked #3 on Tripadvisor so again was expecting a good piece of beefsteak. All 400g of it. It came with their version of chimichurri sauce and rosemary potatoes....eventually. Unfotunately the waiter was a bit deaf so the initial order was wrong and had to be returned. When it did arrive the beef had again gone from ´medium´to ´medium/well done´. The beef was also very tough and nowhere near melt in your mouth. A disappointment.

Puerto Iguazu - Sweetbread Hunting

Puerto Iguazu feels a bit like Victoria Falls. A developed Vistoria Falls with paved roads, open bars, and a well developed infrastructure to the Falls. It even has a little propane driven stream train taking you along the falls route and steel catwalks to ensure you stay on the safe path.

Off to another Parilla with a determination to finally try Sweetbread. Best not to Wiki what it really is and just go for it. El Quincho is rates #1 in Puerto Iguazu on tripadvisor so expectation was high. So after a couple of beers it was off to the Parilla at about 11pm. unfortunately no sweetbreads on offer. Just a regular tenderloin steak with chimichurri sauce. It arrives on its own little grill complete with charcoal bricks keeping it warm. This led to the problem that the meat continued to cook and my planned ´medium´turned into a ´medium/well done´. The chimichurri sauce was fair but was resembled more of a curry house poppadum accompaniement rather than a fine steak sauce. If this is #1 in Puerto Iguazu it could be a tough couple of days.

Buenos Aires - Meat Feast Extra Large

Buenos Aires must be the noisiest city I´ve been to. The traffic is going 24/7 and every other vehicle on the road is a noisy, smelly bus. If not a bus, it´ll be a black and yellow taxi cruising up to the kerb looking for a fare. But the biggest polluters in the City are the plethora of dogs roaning the City. The worst area is probably Recoleta where the rich have professional dog walkers with a arm full of leads. The notion of poop-a-scoop is so alien here that walkikng the streets means constantly looking down else a little gift will be left on your Teva sandals as you wander the streets.

In the back streets of San Telmo was a great little parilla called Desnival. Now this was a real locals place with a plastic sheet for a table cloth and very little formalities. Again, the choice of beef cuts was bewildering and would have looked completely out of place in the local Harvester. My choice today was Vacio which was flank. Two huge pieces. It turned out to have a thick coat of fat abd was actually not the nicest piece of flank I´ve had. As a bonus in the picture we also have a piece of black pudding (very runny), chirozo (lovely) and kidneys (bit tough). For under 50 pesos per person it was cheap, but not the best beef in town. (Chips were fab though!!)

Beunos Aires - Beef

Arriving in Buenos Aires and getting through all the formalities was not the easiest transition ever. A new record of forms to fill in (three) and practically a medical examination coming off the plane. As for money, Argentinian ATMs are a nightmare. After many attempts it seems like AR$300 is about the most you can get out without getting a ´¨Ýou have exceeded your dialy (sic) allowance¨´ message. That works out to be about 60GBP

The dining scene sems to start late here in Beunos Aires so it was about 10.30 before dinner. What a place. This rib eye was only a half portion and cost AR$39. Juicy, succulent and full of flavour. This combines with a Noton Malbec for about AR$31 made a great meal. Leaving at about 12.30 the place was only starting to fill up. El Establo on San Martin - I salute you.

Cusco - Technical Difficulties

A quick note to say that the technology here in Cusco has machines from the late 1990s with no USB port in sight. It actually brings back fond memories of my first computer...the Welsh made, 32k, Dragon 32. Yes that was 32k!!

Photos will be uploaded when I get back into the 21st century with a teaser of a before...during..and after Cuy slideshow...!!

Cusco - Swine´s Fine

Now here is the hypothesis. Due to the altitude in Cusco and after 3 days of intensive experimentation under lab conditions I hypothesise that every pint of beer consumed at altitude is worth two at sea level. Four beers have really knocked me sideways at the rarified heights of 3,300 metres here in Cusco. It really feels like I´ve been on a eight pinter pub crawl (a double COLIN for those in the know) the next morning. The good thing, just like elite atheletes, all this altitude training should see a marked improvement next time I´m back in London and the beers are flowing. I would expect to cruise through the four pint mark with relative ease and feel no after effects the morning after.

Tonights speciality was a peruvian claypot. Lovely tender pieces of pork in a spicy sauce which wasn´t too different from a Rogan Josh on the Spice Index. (I´m sure I don´t have to go into great depths on the ´hierarchy of curry´). Port was served with chica de jora, onions and spices according to the menu. I´m sure when I check a jar a Pateks Rojan josh sauce in Tescos next time I will see exactly the same ingredients mentioned.